Ashlan.
I looked over at my mom from the passenger seat of the car.
“You are kidding, right?” I asked her, a serious look on my face.
“No. You’ll like it there, I promise,” She groaned, unlocking my car door and opening it.
“A promise is a lie to comfort the fool, and in this case, I’m the fool,” I unbuckled myself before getting out of the car, and slamming the door in my mother's face.
“Don’t be fresh, Ash. We’ll talk more about this when I get home,” She drove away before I could respond.
Growling, I trudged up the walkway and into my house.
Hello, my name is Ashlan Isabella Farm, and I am being forced to relocate from my comfy home in West Boylston, Massachusetts, to Sheffield, England in Europe. Fuck my life, yeah?
“You are kidding, right?” I asked her, a serious look on my face.
“No. You’ll like it there, I promise,” She groaned, unlocking my car door and opening it.
“A promise is a lie to comfort the fool, and in this case, I’m the fool,” I unbuckled myself before getting out of the car, and slamming the door in my mother's face.
“Don’t be fresh, Ash. We’ll talk more about this when I get home,” She drove away before I could respond.
Growling, I trudged up the walkway and into my house.
Hello, my name is Ashlan Isabella Farm, and I am being forced to relocate from my comfy home in West Boylston, Massachusetts, to Sheffield, England in Europe. Fuck my life, yeah?