Jessica and I left the store around seven in the evening, then drove back to our dorm. I used to have an old yellow truck from high school, but my younger sister, Poppy, claimed it once I graduated. So, I'd began saving up for another one. By the end of the month or in two months, I hoped to snag a used car.

I wasn't the wealthiest girl around; heck, I'd been working odd jobs all my life to help my mom, Michelle, support the family. Thankfully, I landed a half-scholarship for college. As for my dad, he remarried, and only God knows where he is now. We've learned to think less about him and bury those memories.