Personal Narrative: My Separation In Arizona

The cops had said something that I couldn’t make it out, but i know my dad was extremely upset. He than called my aunt, she was driving the other vehicle. We had pulled over into an empty parking lot. I was told to stay in the vehicle, and my dad had stepped out to go speak to my aunt. My sister had gotten into the truck with me and just hugged me. That's when i had a clue of what was going on, she was giving me a goodbye hug. My dad came and explained to me that Arizona is a mother state, and according to the cops what we were doing was considered Kidnapping and he were to return me right away. I was going back home, that wasn’t what i wanted, why couldn't the cops just ask me what i wanted to do, what was my choice. We headed back home and my dad had called his friend Barry. He
had asked Barry to meet up with us somewhere to bring me back home, my dad knew he couldn’t take me back himself. When we got back closer to home, we had met Barry at a nearby church close to my house. That’s when the “Switch” happened. I could only grab a garbage bag full of clothes and a hamper that i had stuffed items into, due to everything being packed tight. I didn’t want to let go, i never wanted this to happen, I couldn't leave my dad. My dad had put me into Barry’s truck and sent me off. I know it was hard for him to just let me go, but he knew he was doing the right thing. Barry took me home and asked if i would be alright, of course at the time i thought my life was going to end.
My mom took me inside and locked all the doors.
I was so upset with my mother, that I didn't say a word to her and just went straight to bed on the couch, due to not having a room anymore. The next morning when i woke up, my phone and tablet were lost. I couldn’t find them, i thought i had left them in my dad’s truck, but my mom walked out of her room and said “I had taken your phone and tablet, i think it is best if you don't have them for a couple days”. The next few days i had stayed inside and didn't talk to anyone, i wouldn’t eat,drink, or sleep. My mom made me go to the doctors, and they had diagnosed me with depression. My mom had set up an appointment with an counselor. She had told the counselor that she needed her to explain to me why she did what she had done. I was stuck going to the counselor for a couple. She also requested that I and returned back to school and continue on with my life. One day after my appointment, I was waiting for my mom to come pick me up and stepped out of the car was my dad, it was the happiest day of my life. I thought that he was here to stay for good, but he was only here for a short visit. It was the best week ever, I hadn't seen him for 4
months..

One year later… the one noise i know by heart, is the sound of my truck pulling into the driveway. It was my dad, with a trailer behind him. He was finally back home for good. My sister and dad had moved all their belongings back in the house. My sister continued going back to school at Mountain View, and my dad had found a job. Our lives were going back to normal, except for my parents relationship.. Ever since my parents very first breakup, I never had the choice of who I wanted to live with, I never got asked who I wanted to be with. The one time I did, and was proud of what i chose, it got taken away from me. I was scared to stand up for myself and tell my mom how i felt about what she did. Then one wise counselor had told me “You only get your voice out there, if you stand up for yourself and make them listen to what you want heard!” Ever since then, my parents know exactly how I feel every time they have a argument that somehow affects me and what i'm doing. I will never let them take my choice away from me again. I can already see it, the day i walk across that field and get handed a rolled up piece of paper. My parents will be proud of me, together. As soon as graduation is over and all my things are packed, my dad and I are off. We are going wherever we please to go, and nothing or nobody will stop us.