"How is that any different?" I asked. "Just because I get my choice between options you choose for me?"
"Pierce, you're only 13, honey. You'll understand when you're older. You don't want to hurt the poor girl, do you? It's best you just let her go now," Mom said, lightly, like we weren't having the most serious conversation of my life.
"That's bullsh.it," I replied, pulling my hands from hers. "That's all bullsh.it. I should be able to be with who I want. This is the 21st century. And you two can't stop me from being with Otti. I don't know if we'll last forever. I don't even know if Otti likes me back! But I'm going for it. No matter what you guys say."
For the first time in my life, I saw my mom angry with me. Gone was the parent who was more like my friend than a mother. The woman I
