Considering my lack of romance the last year has been so full of sentimental drivel. It all started on my eighteenth birthday. Adults had been telling me for years that once I was an adult life would be much different. I hate to have to say this but they were right. Once I turned eighteen I got my liscence. With my liscence came a need to work. So I got a job. I could drive so I bought a car and spent all my money on gas. I had so much freedom it terrified me. I was finally old enough to really mess my life up. As you can probably guess this scared my parents to the point of calling me a lot more. Not to mention the fact that people suddenly wanted stuff from me. All my friends who smoked illegally expected me to enable them. My sisters and brothers expected a free babysitter. My school expected a genius thank to my mother's big mouth. My mom made me feel like the girl from Rumpelstiltskin. Her parents tell people she can make straw into gold. My mom did almost the same thing I liked to read so she told me and my teachers that I was supper reader. Luckily I was really good at Bsing my work. After all that crap I decided I needed to escape for spring break. I had the choice of a rather short drive to Maryland and stay with my oldest brother's wife without my brother. I could drive about eighteen hours to Louisiana to stay with my other brother and his wife on a military base.
I had driven to florida with my family a good few times. theyu had always been missarable. we were not a family with great means, and yet my father insisted on eating at local diners. theses places drove my mother and i insane. for some strange cruel messed up reason my father who used to work at diners would tell us the horrors of the dinner kitchen. even though he him self had lived and done a few of the horrors himself he would never take us to a drive thru.