BAILEE SEVEN AND A HALF YEARS AGO (Seventeen Years Old) A light tapping sound against my window made me pull my pencil from my paper, and a smile spread over my face when I saw Alex standing outside with his hood pulled up over his head. The rain was pouring down, and I jumped from my seat as a
ALEXANDER There were too many memories around me, and by the time I made it to my room, I felt drained. Even so, I couldn’t fall back on my bed and pass out like I wanted to because I hadn’t let go of my phone yet. I couldn't miss it when they would call to tell me that my foster parents were d
BAILEEBrinley was still passed out in my bed when I got out of the shower. With how overstimulating and exciting the day was, I hadn’t expected her to wake up while I was in there, but I still took the quickest shower of my life, terrified she would roll out of bed or wake up and realize she was in
ALEXANDER “So, Andrea was like screaming, trying to get this disgusting squirrel off her head, but she just made it angrier, and it, like, went down the back of her shirt!” “No!” Ben exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief, his sarcasm thick in his voice. I threw my head back, laughing, but I ha
BAILEE I couldn’t look at my parents at breakfast the next day, and I was relieved to find that I could move my flight up. Instead of staying for a few days, Brinley and I could leave that afternoon. Brinley would be cranky with the flight overlapping with her usual naptime, but we would get thro
ALEXANDER I felt like I had been sucker punched, and I knew I was staring, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Bailee. Was Brinley not her first kid? It was like I was seeing her clearly for the first time. Her resistance to letting me in wasn’t just her being mad over the prom. It was so much more th
ALEXANDER“You had your career and school to worry about, dear. We took care of it.” Mrs. Evans said, but Bailee dropped her head into both hands. “Really, Mom? You handled it? Was that before or after the town boycotted the resort? How about when they trashed multiple rooms and shattered seven wi
BAILEE SEVEN AND A HALF YEARS AGO (Seventeen Years Old)“You look beautiful!” My mother said as she looked over my shoulder to my reflection. I couldn’t remember the last time that we had ever spent so much time together. Yet, with each strand of my hair that she curled and pinned up, I felt my