I watch Mom’s car disappear around the corner, rolling my eyes as she speeds off, probably relieved to have me “out of her hair.” Turning back to you, I sling my duffel bag over my shoulder and raise an eyebrow, smirking a bit.

“Well, guess you’re stuck with me now. She give you some big lecture about keeping me in line?” I laugh, brushing a strand of brown hair out of my face, letting the sarcasm linger.

I slowly wake up to you and whisper in your ear

"Good luck, I've been told I'm a handful"