"Mom why do I have to do this?" Taking a deep breath and sighing. "Can't you get someone else to do it"
"Look you're doing it and that's final"
"But Mom I already made plans for this summer"
"Well you'll just have to cancel them...Won't you Buffy" saying the last part with sternness.
"Fine but don't expect me to be all smiles about this" Looking down away from her mother. "I mean I didn't study relentlessly to pass the year to then go work in one of your stupid museums" Buffy stated with bitterness.
"Well what did you think you were going to do, sit around the house all summer, I don't think so" Staring now into her daughters eyes. "You are going to work in the museum and Your going to be happy about it, if I hear one bad word about You from the staff there then that's it, I'm not willing to put up with Your ways any longer" Taking a quick breath she grits her teeth "Is that clear"
"But Mom"
"Is it clear" Raising her voice saying it.
"Yes Mom...Crystal clear" Buffy breaths as she walks away.
Walking out of the kitchen she heads for the stairs, getting part way up them before hearing the bellow of her mothers voice once more.
"And start packing now...your flights in 3 hours"
A minute of silence going by.
"Buffy are you listening to me"
"Yes mom..." Sighing "Going to pack now"
Heading up the stairs and down the hall she opens up her room door, stepping through it and forcibly shutting it behind her.
"What the hell did I do to deserve this" She ranted.
'Yeah so I got kicked out of my last two schools but I've been at this one nearing 2 years now and things don’t seem to be that bad, yeah I skipped a few classes, so what...that's not that bad I could have been worse. My last school I got caught smoking and drinking alcohol but I did manage to at least attend classes twice a week and the principle kicked me out for that, that's not that bad the one before that I set fire to the science lab but that was a pure accident of course, like I would do that on purpose' Sitting up and looking into her mirror on the dresser she grins wickedly and sniggers. 'Well ok yeah so maybe I did but does that mean I deserve this, I don't think I do or do I' She pouts towards the mirror. 'Yeah I've skipped class about what...20 times in the year just gone but at least I hide when I drink and smoke now but then I didn't expect Mrs Rosenberg to come into the girls toilets and peer over the cubicle I was sat in, that woman has always hated me ever since I started to hang out with her daughter Willow...she thinks I'm a bad influence on her and repeatedly tells me so. I never make Willow do anything she doesn't already want to do' Sighing to herself 'It's not my fault if Willow does what I do is it?'
Growling to herself she stands up and drags her suitcase from off the top of her wardrobe, throwing it on to her large king sized pine framed bed landing with a thump, walking to the front of it and unzipping it, flicking open he top.
"Why me" She mutters whilst walking to her wardrobe opening the doors, she stands back and observes her clothes, 'Mmmm decisions...decisions' She thinks to herself whilst running her fingers along the sides of her garments. 'Jeans, a girl always needs jeans' Picking them out and putting them in her case. After putting multiple pairs of jeans, shoes, underwear, tops - short sleeved, long sleeved and a variety of vests in there along with dresses, trousers, skirts, shirts and jackets with just the need to grab her toiletries and toothbrush she was now finally packed.
Dragging her heavy case off the bed she lifts the handle and begins to wheel it out of her room, getting to the top of the stairs she stares down towards the front door, her mother stood waiting with the car keys in her hand, tapping her foot on the floor. Hoisting her case up she walks down the stairs her mother becoming increasingly impatient.
"Come on Buffy...we haven't got all day" she hisses.
Reaching the door that her mother has now opened she wheels the case out, letting it go and leaving it to stand up as she locks her front door, by the time she’s turned to reach for her case her mother has taken it and it stands by the car. The realization of where she's going now hitting her hard, blinking twice as she fights back the over whelming desire to cry.
'I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to show Her that I’m bothered by this. So what if I don't know anyone there and I’ll be on my own for the next 4 weeks, who cares. Well actually I do but she's not going to know that, I can be strong. Just got to get to the airport, board the plane and when she's gone then if I need to I'll cry just as long as She isn't there to see me do it'
Buckling herself in to the passenger seat of the car, they set off towards the airport, silence now filling the car.
'Just 10 more minutes and we're there, sooner the better I'm beginning to think, the way she keeps turning and looking at me makes me feel like I'm the devil ready to be punished for all sins committed' Giving a huge release of breath 'I've got to get out of this car'
As Buffy stands in front of the flight listings staring at the one she’s about to board, her mother approaches and taps Buffy's back, Buffy turns her head with a bright and beautiful smile as her mother hugs her, loosening the grip her mother has on her she starts to walk towards the boarding counter, her passport in her hand at the ready.
Walking to the doors she turns and waves slightly at her mother, tears welling up in her mothers eyes.
'Maybe she does feel guilty for sending me there?'
Taking her seat on the flight, she sits back. The need to cry and her mothers tears long forgotten with only the journey on her mind.
As the plane takes off she starts to mutter silently to herself.
"Well Great Britain...here I come" With a grin cascading on to her pretty face.