Pep Protests

Ugh… the pep rally. A place where stupid 8th grade boys come to see 8th grade girls shake their stuff. I hate it, but my mom always forces me to come. “Honey, it’s good for you to build school spirit.” “Oh Bree Bear, just go and have fun with your friends.” I just went to make her happy, but honestly sometimes I have a bit of fun. Okay, maybe sometimes I have a lot of fun. But you know what, that’s not the point. This time the cheerleaders were doing a new cheer. Instead of saying To the San to the Diego to the Bears, (Our school is San Diego middle, and our mascot is the bears,) they were saying,” To the D, to the A, to the D, since it was Father’s Day tomorrow. I had completely forgotten about that, because, well, I don’t have a dad. I mean, I obviously have to have a dad,
Then, I decided on something. I was old enough, I was ready, I needed to know who my dad was, if he was alive, or worst case scenario if he was dead. I was leaving the pep rally now. I was almost out of the school when I realized I didn't have a car to drive myself home, and my mom was picking me up at 8:00. I looked at my watch and looked at the time. It was only 5:00. Ugh! Then, I grabbed my phone. I knew what to do. I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart. It was the number of my cousin, Dean. We had a crush on each other when we I was 5 and he was 8. However, when our parents told us that cousins weren't allowed to ever marry or have crushes on each other that crushed both our dreams. We said that the rules could be broken, but then a few years later our parents had a talk with us that said if cousins ever tried to have kids something goes wrong… blah, blah, blah. Then we quickly decided to just be friends. He’s a junior in High School, and most importantly he has a car. We have always been super close and we were BCF. (Best cousin’s forever.) I called him. Here’s how the conversation