Strangers
Written April 2nd, 2011
Funny how the world works.
Before I lived with my dad, and only visited him on the weekends, I didn't know she even existed.
After I moved and lived with him all the time, I got enrolled in the local school. That's where I met her, a fellow student.
We hit it off almost instantly, and now here I am at a sleepover at her house, awake and trying not to make too much noise as she continues to drift in and out of sleep.
Dad lives in a different house now, one town over form her. But our towns have a joint school.
So here I am, just up the street from our old house, in her bed, writing. All those years when I came to visit Dad on the weekends, my best friend was just up the street! And I had no clue!
