contagious

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multi-shot.

"fly" –nicki minaj ft. rihanna

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1) i want to be able to get my license

it all started off when i turned eleven. we were driving home from the grocery store, being eleven, my older sister ryan just got her license and i was beyond jealous.

although i was diagnosed with cancer when i was four, it was not yet clear whether or not it was the terminal kind of cancer.

anyway, my mom, ryan, and i were driving home with a trunk full of goodies from the grocery store. ryan had begged in the parking lot to test out her new license and merri-lee, my mom, had finally obliged after a long serious discussion in the frozen food section.

"i love driving," ryan announced as we pulled onto the highway. ryan wasn't a bad driver, don't get me wrong, but she wasn't exactly what you would consider a 'soothing' driver. she swerved jerkily left and right and then grumbled a 'my bad,' low under her breath.

"i can't wait until i drive," i found eleven old self ambitiously agreeing. ryan looked in the rear mirror and scoffed.

"you have a long way to go, dyl."

when i turned twelve, after a whole year of continuous and consecutive begging, mom allowed me to drive up our driveway.

behind the wheel was probably the best feeling ever, who cares if merri-lee's arms were guiding me, or her feet were pressing the gas pedal because my feet were just short of a few inches?

i was in control—something i've never really ever felt.

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standing now in the parking lot at the age of sixteen, i knew this was one moment i would never forget. merri-lee, ryan, and my other sister, jaime all gathered around the parking lot.

"jack will be here soon," merri-lee said happily. merri-lee's soon-to-be-husband was all she'd gush about lately, and i couldn't say i was upset about that.

jack can hold our family together when i'm gone.

"i'm so nervous," i mumbled.

ryan wrapped a thin arm around me, jaime did the same. "you'll do great, sis," ryan boasted confidently, she smiled a bright white smile.

"this is a huge deal to me," i admitted. "i have to do well."

"you will," jaime replied breezily.

i hugged them to my sides, shortly looking for merri-lee. she was on the phone, giggling and gushed to jack about how he needs to hurry up and see her baby-girl get her license.

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the following day, i abruptly woke up so i could make my way to the mailbox and see if they sent my pass or not passed letter.

i wasn't disappointed when i apprehensively reached into the white mailbox with the rearing stallion on it. (jaime loves horses.)

"holy shit," i whispered, fingering for the crack that would allow me to open the letter. it was thick—this was a good sign.

"congrat—"

i speed-read and began squealing; my feet couldn't move fast enough.

"mom! i got my license! oh my god!"

merri-lee was in the kitchen with jack, ryan was sipping a glass of OJ and jaime looked like she just rolled out of bed.

"congratulations dylpickles," merri-lee squealed, reaching her bony arms around me. ryan and jaime enveloped me in a congratulatory hug as well.

jack stood to the left of us, "come outside, dyl."

he led me outside, jaime and ryan tittering behind us with excited tones.

"you bought me a car?" i breathed.

"you like it?" he asked, casually wrapping a muscly arm around my mom.

"can i drive it now?"

before he had a response, i jumped into the front seat and tapped the passenger seat. "hop in, ryan, jaime!"

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license...check.

eight more to go.

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