May 4th
I barely convince mom to let me drive to Hide Hill. She doesn’t want me to go alone. Says I’ll fall asleep or crash or something and that I’m not ready to make the six hour drive on my own. It’s dad that actually convinces her to let me.
He kisses her on the cheek and tosses me the keys to the mustang.
“He’ll be fine, Laura.” Much more quietly he adds, “Let him have his fun now.”
I act like I don’t hear and hug him goodbye.
“I’ll see you in a few months, Ren,” Dad says. “Be good for your mom.”
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little, little birdie
Teen FictionA story about a lonely girl and a boy that can't write poetry.
