Becoming My Mother

Summer's End/ Summer's Beginning

I spent many weeks in my grandpas shop. As the weeks built up, I know Kyle became curious to why I hadn't gone home, but he never asked. We bonded over music and being the only two teenager within miles radius, but it was hard to connect much when we were under surveillance. 

I daydreamed of him a lot. I knew he had a girlfriend. I think I heard him on the phone with her a couple times. My grandpa told me that she was blond and she was really pretty and that Kyle was in love with her. I don't know why he shared so much information about him with me, but he did. 

After the weeks had passed, there was only a couple weeks left of summer. I needed to go back and prepare myself for school. Me and Kyle never really got a proper goodbye. I think it was the ride home where I realized it was just a little summer crush and it didn't mean much and I needed to get over it, so I did. It wasn't hard. 

Freshman year I spent trying to get over my boyfriend. I loathed him and his new girlfriend. I couldn't move on. I spent time with his friends and even his new girlfriend. All I could think about was how it should have been me who was with him. I didn't want anyone else. I wasn't ready for anyone else. 

I spent that school year trying to find myself, and find new friends. I did and I had a lot of good times. I reunited with my long lost friend Mary Jane. My friends and I liked to get high and play music. They were quite precious. We did the stuff your average high school misfits did. I  loved it. I loved every bit of it. I didn't need any boys because I had my friends. That was enough for me. 

The year passed in a fleeting glory. Looking back, it's just blurry now. Many weeks had passed and there was only a few weeks left until summer. Within these weeks, I had started talking to a boy.