you are tara and jake’s little daughter. you are eleven years old. you aren’t exactly like either one of your parents, you’re awkward and reserved rather than being loud and extroverted. jake jokes about how you’re more like johnnie than him or tara.

your mom, tara held your hand as the two of you wander around through the mall. she insisted that you needed new clothes but you didn’t really care how you dressed. you huff as she dragged you around to varying stores within the mall.