#booik

  But I was wrong.

Ever since that day that I met Abby, her and I have been inseparable. We have had millions of sleepovers, thousands of road trips together, and hundreds of inside jokes. 

Abby’s house has been shy escape from my Dad who thinks I’m going to break at any moment. The only reason why dad lets me go to Abby’s is actually because her Mom and Dad are both doctors. So just in case that if I trip on one of Abby’s many stuffed animals my Dad will know I’m safe. Except what I prefer to keep from my Dad is that nothing is safe with Cody around. 

 Cody is Abby’s older brother and is always doing a reckless sort of activity. I do not have any siblings, but if I did I’d wish they were as fun as Caleb is. Nothing is boring in the Dawson house. 

 Sadly, I am pretty sure my dominant genes are form my dad. We both hate challenging ourselves. We both thrive in the comfort zone honestly. Yet, I cannot help but want to be more. 

Abby’s mom has been my mom figure for the past 5 years of my life. My Dad doesn’t know anything about what females have to go through, and I can’t blame him. I enjoy that he does not try to be involved in that topic of area. 

 Loren Dawson has told me about braiding hair, how to use a pad, and what boys “really” think about. 

  I consider the Dawson family my second family basically. But I do not call Loren or Adam Dawson my Mom or Dad.

  My mom may have left when I was too young to remember her or why she left. But, I refuse to think she left entirely to separate her from the world like my Dad always tries to convince me the very few times he’s ever talked about her. There is somewhere in me that has an insufferable sense that there is a part of her pulling me towards her constantly.

  But I can’t tell this to anyone. I can’t seem vulnerable anymore.