Dear Present Me

Intro

My name is felicity smith. Im 18 years old and from a small town in South Carolina. My parents, Carolina and Chad Smith are what you call high school sweethearts who fall in love and have a baby at a very young age and end up getting married and living happily ever, right? Yeah, not likely, but they are not the main characters in this story. I have three siblings, my older sister's name is Michelle. She's 22, and she's a pain in my ass about 90% of the time. Not saying I don't love my older sister, but we don't get along very well right now and she is constantly trying to be my mom, but in her defense, she had to be my mom most of the time. I have a little brother named Maverick. He's 15, and he is like my best friend. We get along better than my sister and me, but that's because we are closer in age. For the longest, it was just me, my sister, and my brother in it together and going through it together, but my parents had a little oops baby. So I have a little sister named Renee, who is only two years old. She is super cute, and she very much knows how to use it. But as much as I love my family, they are not a big part of this story. No, this story is about a young girl who thinks she met the man she was going to marry but not all stories have a happy ever after.

My name is Dylan Matthew. I'm 17 and will be 18 soon and from a small town in South Carolina. My parents, James Matthew and Kelsey Martin, were young when they had me and decided to get married, but their marriage didn't last long, and they got a divorce when I was 2. My dad was awarded full custody of me. Of course, still, seeing my mom, it just made more sense for my dad to have me. At the age of 5, my dad met Kimberly and fell in love with her, and got married to her. She was happy to become my stepmom, and I was delighted for her to be. My dad and my stepmom had three other siblings. My little sister Rachel she a butthead so times, but we are pretty close, which is funny, seeing she is only 13. then there's my little brother Zach. He is a bit of a crybaby, but he is only six, so that makes sense. Then I have a little sister name, Grace. She's two, and my parent didn't mean to have her. My mom did remarry to a guy name Nicholas Martin. He's a pretty cool guy. They got married when I was 15. But this isn't about my family. This is about the girl I met at my summer job and how it changed my life.