Starting a new life would be hard, but it needed to be done.
Having a fresh start along the west coast in California is the perfect opportunity for me to be able to be my truest self.
What comes along with this is the unfortunate, yet hopeful, new beginnings. Meaning living on my own, meeting new people, and doing adult things.
I've never felt more unprepared because how the pandemic shaped my high school life.
I never felt like I grew up.
Now turning 18, I wonder...
How the fuck did I get here.
My birthday was spent back home in Kentucky with my close friends. Sophie, who I've known since elementary school, threw a surprise party before I left.
Leaving on a high note was all I wanted and hope for, until the cake was then figured out to be laced with THC.
Madeline, who I thought was my closest friend baked this cake for the surprise party. She knew I hated that stuff.
I was originally planned to go to California with Madeline, but after this incident, I'm now
Alone.
I couldn't invite anyone else to live with me, because that friend group was all I had. All of them went behind my back, leaving me alone thinking it was my fault.
Maybe, one more chance?
No. This has happened to many times.
But, we we're all so close? Why did I ruin it?
No, they ruined it. I made it clear I hated drugs.
But...
My plane abruptly bumped the ground.
I was now here.
The sunny state of California.
Alone.
