I Don't Need Them!

My parents kicked me out of the family home right after my high school graduation. I don't even think they believed that I graduated on my own just because I didn't study. I never needed to though, it just seemed to come easy for me. I'd read something once and it'd stick in my brain like peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. They seemed skeptical when I denied cheating my way through. That's okay though, I don't need them to believe me. My childhood is behind me and I'm a man now.

They seem to have a problem with the use of my five-finger discount. They act so high and mighty as if they've never gotten in trouble. I never even got caught a lot! Just a few times! Anyway, Dad says he's done bailing me out and Mom says she's embarrassed around her friends. Her friends are all old, snobby hags so I couldn't care less what they think.

They did offer to put me up in an apartment until I get on my feet, but I refused. I know they think I can't do anything right and they think I'm so terrible, why should I accept their help? Especially after all the mess it made when they helped before? I don't need them or their help. I can do it on my own and I can do it better than they ever did! I packed up a few outfits, shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed this journal, and a box of pencils, and left while they were at work. Let them wonder where I am. It will do them some good!