Social withdrawn Alexandria Pierce makes a deal with her best friend Madison that is meant to make senior year a better one. She reluctantly agrees to get a date with the boy who destroyed her car mirror, Landon Singleton. She can't contend for too...
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I thought that turning eighteen would feel different, but I still feel like the ordinary girl who stares in the mirror every morning chanting to herself how my day is going to be a better day.
I don't feel eighteen
I open my Project Adolescence journal reading over my first entry about Landon. I let out a small breath as I relive the emotions I felt in that moment. I have emotionally come a long way since I first spoke to him. Man, I wrung him until I couldn't anymore in my journal entries—I'm still surprised that he even considered partnering with me and not only that but being in a relationship with me as well.
I closed my eyes taking another breath as I go over my school year, I don't bother to wipe the tear that fell because I needed it. The wave of calmness that came over me as I thought about how far I've come since the beginning of the school year and then since I've started therapy—was therapeutic.
I was not a fan of therapy at first, but these past couple of weeks have helped me tremendously. My fear of driving would take a minute to subside, but I was at a great start. The bruises were gone and that helped me forget some days...not enough though. I often had flashbacks while sitting in the passenger seat when the light would turn green, but my therapist gave me breathing tips to help.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder seems a bit heavy to describe the way I've been feeling...but it's fitting according to my therapist. My panic attack the first time I tried to drive was a clear sign to her and then my small episodes whenever I'm in the passenger seat.
The group session with my parents helped them finally see me. I felt more refreshed about them hearing me. We didn't need to yell or talk over one another, we just... talked. I think they're finally understanding that once I graduate, I'll have to take the necessary steps to better myself instead of them making me do it because they think it's best for me.
"I like therapy Pierce's, they're pretty cool." Madison comes from out of my bathroom and tosses a bottle of perfume in my duffle bag. I swiftly wipe my face and snort at her peppiness before I answer.
"Yeah, that's because he's letting you drive my Jeep to UofM for our trip." She gives me a look of glee and tries to play it off with a shrug. I close my notebook and slide it into my desk drawer.
"Maybe." The smirk on her face doesn't dare go away and I chuckle at her lack of attempt to hide it. She looks at me from the corner of her eye and then huffs dramatically. "Okay fine!" She drags. "I'm so excited that I get to drive your car—and that your dad is letting me do it." She fangirls at the thought, and I weakly smile at her eagerness to drive my car.
I wish I felt the same.
"You know the trip is next weekend, right?" I change the subject. She rolls her eyes before she even answers.
"Don't kill my joy, I want us to be dressed really cute for the trip so that means making sure you don't pack those ugly black Converse." She fake gags and I huff.
