A summer when I was twelve 

and my dad's house was always too hot

and the air outside was too dry.

My sisters and I bought sodas with quarters

and drank them at the park -without my parents knowing-.

Then I flew back to Pennsylvania

on a huge airplane

and met best friends named

  Rosie and Emily.

We were nice at first

and they felt like sisters at my mom's house.

Things just have to die sometimes.

That summer was the beginning of the end.