At Fifteen

so i like Taylor Swift. so i liked the song fifteen, omg i just thought of something!
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I stared into the mirror. I hoped that when I blinked that something would change. That I would be older, that I was younger, any change would do. Even not having Dillon. How was I supposed to raise a new born baby, go to school, get a job, study for school, work, get into college, and be in forensics? At fifteen. I heard some foot steps behind me. It was my mom. I looked up at her wondering what she could possible want.
“Your moving out.” she didn't even look at me. I could believe this was happening. “I told you that if you ever got into any trouble you were out. Don't think I'm gonna show mercy just cause you got kid, and he lived. No, your out. By the end of the month. No stories, no nothin'. Yer out.” she went back up stairs. She hadn't looked at me since I got back from the hospital a month ago. I felt my sister put a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to her and said, “Like you really care.” she took her hand off and followed my mom. I flashed back to that night, the night.