Sky's Not The Limit

A Choice to Change Your Life

        I didn't like being touched. Especially not by strangers. I pushed him away and bolted out the door. I ran up the street and caught the next bus home. On the bus I had a complete mental breakdown. Why did I feel that way when that Dylan boy touched me? What would my father say about me not coming home last night? What should I do?

        I walked through the front door and shut it behind me. I looked up and saw my father in an armchair looking at me.
"Where were you?" he asked. I had to think fast. It had rained the other night....
"Oh, uhm, I stayed the night at a friend's house who lived closer to the school because it was raining." I stammered.
After I said that it was pretty awkward. I walked past him and into my room.
        This was nerve-racking. What was I supposed to do? There were no options given to me. It was hard to think straight.  What was I wasting my time on? Why couldn't I just forget everything. I couldn't though. I went to school the next day. Nobody talked to me. I didn't start any conversations. I tried to forget. I tried to. I really did. But I couldn't. This boy was nothing to me. Nothing at all. His face stayed in my mind. By the end of the day I had become bitter and angry towards him.

        I arrived home from school that day. I walked into my room and saw a familiar face. My mother stood there. I didn't know how to react. I decided on running at her and holding on to her. I missed her so much, but I was angry at her for leaving me. My mother held me in her arms.
"I must ask something of you," said my mother.
"What is it?"
She pulled back and looked at me for a moment. "Would you like to come live with me?" she asked, "For the weekends?"
This was more than I could've asked for. If I couldn't see both parents at once, just seeing both of them was good enough for me.
"Yes! I will."

        Saturday I sat in my mother's car. It reminded me of a time when all of us would sit in the same car and share each other's company. Everyone's laughter filling up the car. My adopted brother, Calvin, had gone with my mother. Calvin was originally from Scotland until his parents were killed in a plane crash. He was then adopted by my parents at the age of 7. I was born four years afterward, and we grew quite close. I couldn't wait to see him again!

        "Alright!" my mother said. I unbuckled and practically jumped out of the car. I looked at my mother's house. It was a large flat with a large driveway. I stepped back onto the sidewalk and looked at the other houses. I froze. The house inches away from my mother's was the same house I met Dylan.