"I can do this!" I yell

"No, you can't! your eighteen, I'm not having my eightteen-year-old daughter running off with a bunch of boys to god knows where" my mother screamed,

"because you don't trust me!" I scream "I am an adult. and I'm going!"

"Then pack your shit because you're not coming home!"

"what?"

"You walk out that door Bethany Willis your not coming back"

"Fine!" I ran as fast as I could up to my room and getting my suitcase down and packing up the things I can't live without out, zipping it up tight and getting my jacket and back pack going down

"You walk out that door, your not welcome here ever again" she says

"Bye bye mum" I told her throwing my key on the mat and going down rolling my suitcase down the road till the little Corsa scurried into view

"You coming then?" Harry asked me

"One hundred percent in you shithead" I smirk