This Kind of Love

Presents, Presents, and more Presents!

“I love Carli.”

“No. I mean, admit that you love Carli.”

“I do love Carli!" Evan argued.

“You know what. Never. Mind. We will discuss this later,” Adalyn said, getting frustrated with her brother.

“Okay,” he said, taking a big bite out of his cheeseburger.

“Dude. You eat like a man...” Adalyn said, looking at her younger brother.

“I am a man!” he said, looking at her.

“Really?! Since when?!” she said, looking at him, shocked.

“You’re. Rude.”

“So?”

“You’re not spposed to be mean to your wittle bwoder!!!” Evan said in a little kid voice.

“Otay! Do you need your wittle baba and bwankey?” Adalyn retorted.

“Jerk,” he said, glaring at his sister.

“Whatever. Hurry up and finish because you two are starting to get on my nerves,” I said, taking a drink of my Dr. Pepper.

“Gee...such a sweetheart...” I heard Adalyn mutter, as she rolled her eyes.

“I know, huh,” I smirked, causing Adalyn to glare at me, but I could see a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

The rest of the day went by fast because they were some of my more relaxing classes like art, French, and then athletics.

After French, I walked down to my locker to grab anything I needed before walking toward the school’s large parking lot.

I quickly found the black 2012 Ford Mustang, also known as Adalyn’s car.

I couldn’t help but think that in just a few more months I would have my license and be able to drive my new yellow 2012 Chevrolet Camaro that I got just a few months ago for my sixteenth birthday.

Yeah, my family is kind of, sorta rich.

Okay, filthy rich.

Not only did Evan and I live across the street from each other, but our dad’s were also business partners in one of the largest trucking companies in the United States.

My mom was a lawyer, so she brought in some good money too.

No, we aren’t the richest people in the world, but we definitely weren’t having a hard time.

Now, you may think ‘She’s just a spoiled little brat that gets whatever she wants when she wants it!’

That, my friend, is one of the biggest lies told.

You see my parents, especially my dad, are both VERY strict about making your own money to get where you are in society. They have both preached to me, and soon my younger siblings, many, many times about working hard to get where you are in life, but I didn’t really pay attention.

That is until my dad, James, made me get a job.

At his trucking company.

And you may all think ‘Oh, since she works for her dad, she gets it easy.’

That, again, is a lie.

I have to work just as hard as every other employee there, if not harder.

I have grown up knowing the world doesn’t owe me something and that I need to work hard to earn my money.

My parents are fanatics about working hard to get where you are in life because they were once in a rut.