Dear Future Me

Chapter One

The first thing I do when I get home is go strait up stairs to my room. Even though no one is home I still shut the door behind me, knowing that my brother or two sisters could be home soon. I know their family and they know not to bother me when my door is shut but their also siblings and siblings get really nosy really fast. Therefore I also lock the door, double checking to make sure it's locked.

When I know my room is secure I sit down at my desk and pull out my journal from its secret hiding spot. I open it to the next clean page and grab a pen and start writing.

Dear Future Me,

Today was better at school. I didn't run into Stacy Dorsal today. I'm grateful for that because I know that if I did she would have said something about my appearance again or bring up the fact that she is still dating my brother. I don't blame him though, he doesn't know what Stacy is like when he's not looking. The way she treats me and other people. For some reason he is happy with her. So no, I haven't said anything to him to try to break them up.

Peter is such a good brother. He kept bugging me about my birthday that's coming up. He told me that he just has to get the perfect gift since it's my 16th birthday. I don't think he really will put that much effort into the gift, but it's nice to know he cares enough to go on and on about it.

Carry and Reagan are still arguing over who gets the new car. I don't think they have realized yet, that dad wasn't planning on letting one of them keep the car since there is no way he would actually buy both of them a car. For twins they are completely different when it comes to their likes and dislikes. I think that's why dad got a car that neither of them originally wanted.

So I have exciting news. Jenna and I got into the creative writing contest. Only 10 people out of the whole state of Mississippi were chosen to participate. The judges want all of us to write an original short story. It has to be 20 pages long. No more or less then 20. There is just one problem.

I have no idea what to write about!

Yes, I know that they say to write what you know but to be honest all I know is boring. That's what my life is, boringness. Nothing ever happens around here. I asked Peter about my story topic and he said to write about mom leaving if I need to write about something that I have experienced. But let's be real future me, no way on gods green earth am I writing about her.

Peter should have known not to bring her up. He knows that I don't even like to talk about that women since she left when I was only 7. I don't even have that many memories of her. I'm not complaining though, she doesn't deserve to have my memories if she wanted to leave so badly.

"Tammy? Are you in there?"

I jumped at the sound of Peter calling my name. I quickly closed my journal and slid it back in it's hiding place. Not even Peter knows about my little journal and I would like to keep it that way. My journal is filled with too many secrets and feelings that no one needs to know about.

"Yes. Just a second, Peter."

I got up from my desk and walked over to my door and unlocked it. As I opened the door I saw Peter with a cheeky grin plastered on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him and all he did was grab my arm and pull me down stairs to the living room.

When we entered the living room I saw my two sisters ,Carry and Reagan, my father, and his girlfriend sitting on the couch. They all jumped up and screamed congratulations when they saw me. I was suddenly in the middle of the biggest group hug I have ever experienced.

When everyone let go and I could finally breathe again.
My father looks at me then says "Why didn't you tell us about the creative writing competition? I didn't know you even applied."

"I didn't want to tell you and then not get accepted." I say while now matching Peters smile.

I earned a few more congratulations from my family before we headed to the kitchen for dinner. Donna, my fathers girlfriend, cooked lasagna with a side of Caesar salad. It was a very social dinner compared to our normal dinners. I found out that the twins ended up deciding that Reagan would get the car but would let Cassy drive it when ever she needed it. So in other words, they were sharing the car like dads original plan.

Peter again, brought up my super important and special birthday gift. I told him that he would probably end up just getting me another pair of jeans from goodwill but he denied it. Instead he told me that my present was going to be one of a kind.

Dinner soon ended and I returned to my room after telling everyone goodnight. Again I locked the door and pulled out my journal.

So I just returned from dinner. My family ended up finding out about the creative writing contest and Donna cooked dinner. She even made my favorite. During the meal Reagan and Cassy ended up agreeing on Reagan getting the car while Cassy got it when ever she needed it. Looks like their sharing it after all.

Well it was great talking to you again. I'm afraid it is time for me to go. I have a busy day tomorrow and have to study for Mrs. Godfreys' science test tomorrow. Wish me luck and good night.

Sincerely,
A happy Tammy