There's one more person that I haven't mentioned yet, and she's definitely an important part of the story. She's the other friend. The other friend. The best friend I had, second only to Madison. With a family creeping toward financial stability and the only one of us whose house was actually theirs, Melanie was the richest of us, but the most modest. She wasn't rich by any means, but the one with the most steady income of my group of three. Melanie was the person I message at one AM with horribly photoshopped pictures of hybrids like guahalas and things like "I wonder if a guy named bobby invented bobby pins, and a guy named bill invented billboards" She was becoming the new the friend, filling the void that Madison left behind. I told her that when we were older to always have a bag packed because I promise I will show up at her window one day saying "today's the day, grab your bag, we're going" and she won't know where we're going until that day. I didn't know where we would go that day either, but now I do.
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Adventure"I shouldn't be worried about finances at this age." "You also shouldn't know how to drive at this age. But I guess that's why you're such a genius, and we can figure it out together."
