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hate to think that Violet would be dumb enough to drink and
drive, but things happen. Life happens.
    “That’s why I love you. Always taking care of my ass,” she
says in her sweetest voice prancing off to her car.
    “I love you too.” I call out. With that, I am on my way back
home to spend my weekend how I usually do when I’m not with Violet. Alone, and
yes I know how pathetic it actually sounds to admit. I pull out of the parking
lot and roll down my windows letting the cool wind run circles through my car.
    I turn my music up loud and for the first time tonight I
feel relaxed. I had gotten through dancing in front of everyone from school
without making a complete idiot of myself. That was my one and only goal for
the night.
    It isn’t long until I am pulling into my driveway. We live
only three miles down the road in a development that is fairly new, a few
cul-de-sacs linked together by a few smaller streets. Outside of the
neighborhood there are a few larger homes that look out of place amongst the
rest of ours. I pull in to find both of my parent’s cars sitting in the
driveway. They shouldn’t be home already. I nearly had to push them out the
door earlier convincing them that they didn’t need to come watch me. It’s the
anniversary for crying out loud and they’ve seen me dance almost every day
since I was three. I think they could miss this one performance.
     As I stepped in the front door, I immediately understood
why they were home before ten. They’re arguing. Shocker.
    It’s been the same argument for a while now. How are they
going to continue to help my brother with school while sending me to Columbia
at the same time? The odd thing about this argument is that I haven’t even been
accepted yet, and they still insist on having this pointless fight. I’ve
explained that I’m not against taking out student loans. They counter with the
same argument every time--“We aren’t making your brother and we aren’t going to
make you.” My hope is to go on scholarship, if I even get accepted. 
    I went straight to my room. I don’t even think my parents
noticed me sneaking by them. I pull on a pair of my most embarrassingly
comfortable sweatpants and a hoodie after getting out of the shower and grab my
book from the nightstand. I begin to read and before I know it, it’s already
past midnight. My parents are now at the lower level of the argument, but no
matter which way you turn it’s still an argument. I hate when they argue
especially about something that is still out of mine or anyone’s control.
    I try to continue to read, but it becomes impossible to
drown out their words. I walk over to my window and slide it open just as I
have for the past two years since we moved in. Whenever my parent’s fight, I
have the urge to go for a walk. I did it one night after a really big one and
it sort of became a habit. I never go too far in fear of upsetting them if they
find my room empty. I just go far enough to clear my head of everything.
    My parents love each other more than two people should be
capable of, so don’t get the wrong idea by the fighting. Like other couples
that go through financial difficulties and have been together for as long as
they have, they’re bound to pick a fight now and then. It’s always the same
thing. They wake up in the morning and all’s forgiven and forgotten until the
next time. I can only dream of finding a love like theirs.
    They met freshman year of college, both studying accounting.
Of course, they have opposite ideas of how the night they met actually went.
Mom claims that she didn’t want anything to do with my dad. Dad likes to
remember that night with Mom plopping her butt on his lap begging for a ride
home from a party. We’ll never know the truth. Watching them argue about it
throughout the years made it painfully obvious how much they truly love each
other. You can just see the pureness in their eyes when they look at each other
remembering where