As I get older, I get increasingly excited whenever I think about how I’m about to move out of my parents' home. I get to make my own rules and take care of myself. Just the thought of not having some one breathing down your neck every single second about something is so beautiful. I can’t even imagine how great it’s going to feel not having to deal with someone's untimely attitude all the time.
However, I must admit that even though I’m excited, I’m terrified. I won’t have my mother or father to fall back on anymore. I'll have to deal with everything by myself and can only get advice over a telephone. All my joking around and laziness have to stop. I have to grow up, and to be honest I don’t want to, but I know I have to. Yeah I want to move out and I can’t wait but I’m just a little scared, that’s all. I hope I’m ready and I hope my parents taught me well enough. I guess if I made it this far with out flunking out of high school and getting shot in this crime infested city, I can make it through college. These days if you’re a seventeen-year-old girl you’re either pregnant or not really going anywhere in life. If I had enough common sense to make this far and to graduate in the top ten percent of my class, I can do it; there’s no doubt about it. Watch out world; here I come.
By Cierra Porter
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