Summer To Winter

Chapter 1 ~ At First Glance

All characters and events are based off of real people and real events in the real world. The names of the people and places have been changed for privacy reasons. Things have been added for the sake of the story, but nothing has been added that will change the outcome of the story, making it different from what happened in reality.

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Dedicated to my friend TheLastGhost. Thanks for being an amazing editor!

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Chapter 1 ~ At First Glance

 "Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold. "

~Joseph Parry

It was near the end of the Summer, we had just one month left before school started and my life would go back to boring, how it was before Summer. No friends save for the few visits I would get from Bailey after school. It was unfair that she actually went to school and I was stuck at home alone, waiting until the school day came to an end. There was never anything to do and never anyone to talk to other than myself - but that would just prove I'm crazy. I needed to enjoy my freedom before it was taken from me and I was put back in the prison most people call home.

We had gone to the beach; Bailey, me, and one of her other friends- who she fondly referred to as one of her 'Boneheads'. I was super excited that I was finally meeting other people. I had lived in the same city for four years and I still had yet to make friends. Bailey didn't count; we were more like sisters than anything else.

It was wicked hot that day, yet we were running up and down the sandy shore playing soccer, spraying sand on the innocent beachgoers - who complained endlessly. It was fun hanging out with people my age, instead of being stuck at home, reading or writing. I'm not saying either of those things are bad, but you can only take so much loneliness before you start driving yourself mad. I'm a people person. As much as I hate to admit it, I need people. I need to be around them, talk to them, and be accepted by them. Being alone was making me seriously unhappy - even depressed.

I enjoyed myself that day at the beach and wished it could have lasted forever - I never usually had fun like that. But all good things come to an end and we were soon back in the Boo2, driving home. Home. I shudder at the word. Most people find the place they live warm and inviting - that's why they call it 'home'. The place where I live was far from either of those. I'm not saying that it was a terrible place, but being trapped in there all day was making it look more and more like a prison and less like a home. I loved my family, but I needed an escape from being with them all the time. But that's beside the point, isn't it?

The Boo2. It was quite the car really. It had gone through quite a bit. It had once been a peppy, bright green color; but after being stolen and put on top of an AC unit, it looked more like the car of some emo rocker. The pretty, green hood was replaced by an angry black piece of metal and the inside dash had been cracked beyond repair. It was still a good car though. It got us where we needed to go and Bailey loved it. That's all that matters, I suppose.

I was sitting in the back seat, rubbing the running makeup from under my eyes – apparently "water-proof" doesn't actually mean water-proof. Bailey was driving and chattering away to JC, though it did sound more like arguing, that's how they were; like brother and sister. That's how it was with all the Boneheads, a group of guys so close to Bailey she called them her brothers. Me. I had no brothers. Just an older sister who I never saw. She was always working or doing school - even through the summer.

I wasn't really listening to their little spat; I was just amusing myself by waving my hands out the open window, feeling a bit lonely in the back seat. I was a pro at amusing myself. I had to do it every day of my life, so I was quite the natural. Give me two sticks and a glass of Mountain Dew, and I'll have a wicked adventure story written with a whole narration.