Love is the biggest mystery of them all. We as teenagers don't understand the difference between love and lust. When a boy or girl tells you they love you is it true or is it just lust. I didn't understand this myself till I experienced it for the first time in my life. It all started the summer going into my junior year in high school.
I was forced to spend the summer with my dad in Denver Colorado. I hated the fact that my mother was sending me off for the summer with him. This meant no friends, no sleeping in, and especially, no fun. "I was getting into a lot of trouble with my friends and was going down the wrong path" that's what my mom kept telling me. I didn't care at the time, she could tell me over and over and I wouldn't hear a single word she said. I was going to do whatever it took for me to stay here with my friends instead of with my father.
I tried everything in the books but nothing worked on her, she was like a metal machine that just wouldn't budge or break. Eventually I just gave up on trying to stay home and started packing for the longest summer of my life. The worst thing about this whole trip to my dad's was my little sisters were staying with him for the summer also. I had two little sisters Alyssa who was 9, and Stephanie who was 6 years old. My parents were married for 20 years but after my little sister Stephanie was about 2 years old my parents got a divorce. I never forgave or talk to my dad after that, I couldn't believe after such a long time being married to my mom that it happened. After I witnessed my parents splitting up I didn't believe in love anymore. I told myself I wouldn't ever fall in love or feel anything close to it. I didn't want to end up getting hurt the way I witnessed my mom getting hurt. My dad would write my sisters letters and me once a week, but I didn't ever open them I just threw them in a box. My sisters didn't ever understand why I wouldn't write him back they were still too little to understand what was going on. They would always tell me "dad loves you Samantha" "Why don't you ever write him back"? Every time they tell me this I just ignore what there trying to tell me and change the subject.
We finally finished packing and getting all our stuff together, I said good-bye to all my friends and was ready to face a long summer of torture. We were finally heading out for the long drive ahead of us; I really didn't want to be in the car for about eight hours with my mom because I was really mad at her. The drive seemed like it went by fast we were only thirty minutes away from my dad's house. For some reason I was getting nervous, I don't know why but the closer we got the more nervous I got.
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