I told my Mom about the writing thing the next day. She said this means I have to stay with Dad because she can't take me back and forth.
I told her I'll think about it.
And I did, all day.
Staying with Dad wasn't my first choice but this means I'll be able to hang out with my friends again. Sorta. I'll be closer to school so that would be a good thing.
I called my Dad at lunch, and asked him if I could stay for awhile with him.
"Of course you can," came his reply. I told him I'll be over tomorrow night.
Jake walked with me to hand in my form.
