Daydream (Maple Hills, #3)

by Hannah Grace

For the eldest daughters in my life I see you I appreciate you and most important I love you for who you are and not what you do for everyone

I’m tired of being a passenger in my own life. So if Will is going to spend junior year doing things for himself, so am I.

Junior year is for sure going to kick my ass, but I’m the eldest daughter and nobody taught me how to say no.

How am I supposed to explain to a fifteen-year-old—who once called our mailman her friend because she sees him every day and, to her, that’s friendship—that making friends is not easy for every person?

I haven’t decided if I like drinking yet. I like being invited to things and I like the confidence I get when I’m buzzed, but I despise being hungover. It makes me anxious and tearful and a little oversensitive, but I’m not sure if those invites will stop if I’m not as fun.

“People value romantic love over platonic love or familial love every day,”

“It’s giving Nate is your favorite energy,”