Narrow Steps

Narrow Steps: Chapter Three

   My dream last night really got me thinking. Why didn't I allow Jamie to read my journal yesterday but I practicality allowed anyone who asked at my old school? Was it that I didn't trust him? No, I trusted him more than I trusted anyone since my parents split including my parents themselves.

   I've never really had a healthy relationship with my mother because she was too jealous of me because my dad gave me, "too much attention." I'm still angry at my dad for this stupid move. We should've made Jilly, my mother, move.

   Was it because I was scared of his opinion, afraid of what he'd say? That could be a possible answer,  a very likely answer. I'm the type of person who actually cares what everyone thinks about me besides some of my past remarks. I wish I had that free spirited personality. I actually admire people who inhabit that trait.

   I gingerly walk down the steps to the only bathroom in the house. I hate sharing anything let alone a bathroom with my own father. When we first moved in I jokingly told him we'd have to build him an outhouse which doesn't seem like a bad idea now.

   "Dad," I horsed out because I yet took a drink of water. "Learn to lock the door!" The door was shut  faster than it was opened because I didn't want to see anything I'd regret.

   "Learn to knock," he replied with a tone of embarrassment.

   The rest of the morning we did not make eye contact and talked the least possible. I finished getting ready and was out the door.

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A/N So my goal was to have this completed by the end of Summer, doesn't look like it's going to happen. We only have a month of Summer break left and two out of the four weeks I have band camp. I'm going to be busy during the school year also so hopefully I can have it 100% done by the end of next Summer, the final draft complete ready to send to a publisher.