I'm leaving home

Once I turned 18, it seemed like everything I did was wrong in the eyes of my parents.

I walked in on a Saturday night at 2:30 to find my parents sitting in the living room waiting for me. Mom started ranting about my curfew, which I thought was obsolete once I became a legal adult. I shrugged my shoulders and told her I wasn't in mood for her shit, and dad exploded.

He followed me to my room lecturing me all the way, so I slammed the door in his face and emptied the contents of my closet into a suitcase and duffel bag, I made a quick call and waited for Dave's car to pull up. Then I strutted right past them without saying a word, barely hearing my dad's voice erupting with threats behind the swiftly closing front door.