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chapter 4
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When Madison arrived home that night she found her mom sitting on her bed hugging Maddy’s favorite stuffed lamb that her mother got her before Maddy was born. Madison loved that thing half to death and always kept it on her bed. She brought it with her everywhere. Okay, so now everywhere but most places. “Mom, what’s going on? Why the sudden urge to move back to California?” Madison asked her mom when she came in through the sliding glass door.
“Jack and I had a fight.” Her mom paused, “for good this time.”
“About what? And why is it ‘for good this time’?” Madison asked her mother. They had had fights before, but what made this one so different? Sure, Jack wasn’t her favorite person in the world but he made her mother happy. That’s all that mattered, right?
“Why are suddenly all depressed about leaving? I thought you’d be excited that we were going back. You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” Her mother asked obviously avoiding Madison’s questions.
“Of course not! I’m more than thrilled to see my old friends, home, and school. But mom, what did you and Jack fight about? I know it had something to do with me, but what?” Madison said impatiently. She wanted answers.
Her mom stayed silent. Finally, her mother looked up at her daughter. “Honey,” her mother began, her voice shaky, “why didn’t you tell me Jack slapped you?”
“Well, actually, he backhanded m --- “ Her mother’s eyes bulged, “mom, I didn’t tell you because, Jack makes, er, made you so happy. I didn’t want to disappoint you or make it seem like I was purposely trying to sabotage your relationship to get us to leave.” Madison finally spilled.
“Oh honey!” Her mother exclaimed and pulled her into a hug. She pet her daughter’s hair softly and then kissed the top of her head. “Finish packing, sweetie. Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. “ Her mother got up and disappeared up the stairs. Before she finished packing she quickly opened up her laptop to twitter. She was just about to tweet so I guess moving is for real . . . when she noticed the most recent tweet. One of the quote accounts had tweeted, “you never know what you have . . . until it’s gone.” Ain’t that the truth, Madison thought to herself. She closed her laptop to finish packing.
Madison was still packing until 9:30 that night. She packed up her whole closet, bathroom, kitchen, and most of her bedroom. All that there was left was the bed that came with her room, her lamb (which she was taking on the lane), the nightstand that was staying as well, her iPhone charger that she would put into her purse in the morning,and her outfit for tomorrow. Her carry-ons were all packed, a small backpack and her purse, and were set on the floor. She grabbed one of Jack’s blankets from the closet and threw it on the bed. She was going to miss this place oddly enough, but this is what needed to be done. She laid in bed and pulled the blanket close. Goodbye room, she whispered before finally falling asleep.
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