The Summer I Left

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of the family I'd lived with for eighteen years. Aiden's autism meant he would have a meltdown the second he saw me. I even had to wear a mask to sleep. They left me standing there and drove off without a backward glance. A few minutes later, the family group chat started blowing up. Joy Harris, my childhood friend, posted two test scores: 85/100 and 47/100. [Aiden's foundation is weak. He probably just didn't test well.] [I've decided to repeat the year with him.] I sent back a single, stunned question mark. A second later, Dad kicked me out of the chat. I took a breath and opened my laptop. Quietly, I changed every one of my college applications to schools thousands of miles from home. This time, I was choosing my own path.