Logan Gates-Watson is 37, Shelley is 37, Lily is 15, and James is 11
My friend Dee and I like to play games at the comic and arcade store. Dee is 14 while I’ll be 16 this summer, but we became friends back in elementary school and so the age difference isn’t a big deal.
Besides, I’m learning to drive now and Dee is excited for me to get my license. So we can “drive all over town and do whatever we want,” she says. “Go to the beach, find boys, go shopping, maybe even go check out the college guys at Arcadia University!”
I’m doubtful about whether our parents will really let us do that. My parents haven’t even agreed to buy me my own car yet.
But I have begged and begged for one. Even just an old junk car would be nice, as long as it drives.
Mom says “maybe.” That might as well be a yes.
James is about to turn 12. Sometimes he’s annoying and acts like a little kid. But other times he’s really mature in his knowledge. He’s been working on some song he’s made up lately and likes to talk about it at the dinner table. He’s been stuck on one part and can’t figure out the right notes.
“Why don’t you ask Dad for some help?” I ask. I just like to tease him because I know he won’t consider asking Dad.
“Eww, no! Dad has terrible taste in music,” James answers. “No offense, Dad.”
My parents are so embarrassing, always kissing and hugging. Ugh. Can’t they call out a warning before letting me walk into a room and find that?
It’s no wonder I want to get out of the house as much as possible. Despite what Dee thinks about finding boys, I’m perfectly happy with my boyfriend Ethan. We headed downtown one day to get me away from my parents and to see the spring festival.
But it started to rain as soon as we bought sno-cones. This spring has been so rainy. Ethan had to head to work anyway, so I walked home with my sno-cone in the rain, since Ethan doesn’t have a car either. It will be so nice when I can drive and have my own car!
I don’t know what he did, but I came home to find James in time out. Maybe he had been making fun of Dad’s choice in music again. Just kidding, LOL.
To cheer James up, I let him tell me about the music he’s writing. I got some boring book he had on his shelf and asked questions about the different notes and all. He liked it and seemed happier when he went to sleep. And I guess it wasn’t so bad spending some time with him.
He’s not the worst little brother a girl could have. Weird, but not terrible.