First Kiss

3

The rest of the day went well. I talked to a few kids I had never met before in chemistry. I understood everything in English, and even P.E. wasn't that bad, even though I usually am the worst at basically anything we do there.

When I arrive home, I'm greeted with an empty house. Oh. Typical. I mean, I guess I shouldn't have hoped my dad to be home early. He's just not that type of person to go above and beyond everything when he's working. In other words, distracted from me. But I mean, it makes sense. It's only me.

My dad is a great guy, don't get me wrong. He just worries. A lot. I wish that we'd have more time together. I remember back when Mom was still here we'd go out to movies and dinners and spend a lot of time as a family. I want that now. More than anything. But I also know that this isn't "The Parent Trap." I don't have a twin who will magically get my parents back together. He's moved forward. Sometimes knowing that hurts more than anything.

I start to doze off in my room, thinking about random things, most of all the future. When I grow up, I know what I want. I want a loving husband, fraternal twins, a two story house, a big window seat where I can read, an island in the middle of the kitchen, a pool and hot tub in the backyard, and a bunch of dogs.

Okay, that's waaaay far into the future. What about your goals for this year? The logical part of my brain is telling me that one, your dream life in about fifteen years is going to cost you an arm and a leg, and two, you don't even have to worry about that now.

Sometimes I hate it when my brain is so realistic. I want to have fun and dream about things other than school. My mind rarely cooperates. On the bright side, the first day of junior year is over with, and now all I gotta do is endure the rest of the year. Ha. Easier said than done.