The adventures of the Lemon Glade sisters

The sisters

Magnolia's head broke the surface of icy water, her face hit the humid air. Shrieks of giddy laughter drifted through the slow summer air of the glade. Over the sweet grass and the wild flowers, under the branches of the old willow tree who's trunk was scarred with names of young lovers long gone, piercing the skin on each ripening lemon ready to drop onto the bank of the River. It was their secret. No one remembered the glade, no one other than them. They called themselves sisters, the daughters of town leaders, children of the south, golden haired beauties and brunette belles. Magnolia, Holly, Clementine, Fern, Summer, Ginger, Rowan, and Lily, their screams of joy echoing around the Glade. The first night of the summer was always spent in the river with the stars over their heads and grass in-between their toes from sleeping under the lemon tree, swapping secrets and telling stories.
"Stop it!" Magnolia giggled, playfully hitting at Clementine's arm. "I swear on my life nothing happened...much."
"More like everything! I bet by this time next year..."
"Don't even finish that sentence Clementine, we have all heard it a million times, and we all know you're right! But what I want to know is what's going on with Finn?" Ginger raised her eyebrows and stuck out her tongue at Clementine.
"Oh yes, yes I agree, do tell." Holly grinned, moving her blanket closer to the other girls.
"Well, the date went ok, I mean he lives all the way in Charleston, I'll barely see him, but he was sweet.." Clementine gave a small laugh.
"Oh it went splendidly! A match made by angels. Oh wait, no that was me!" Magnolia smirked, still slightly blushing. "My so called 'trysts' with Linden are nothing compared to what will happen with you and Finn, in fact I do declare that this time next summer..."giggles erupted from the girls. Magnolia tossed her golden curls over one shoulder with a sly smile. The summer had begun. Inside their minds every girl could see the months ahead, the bonfires, days spent lounging on the beach, parties and sleeping on the river bank. They could smell the humidity and the fresh cut grass that tickled their toes. The beginning of this summer was the same as any, full of excitement and possibilities. Boys, breaking curfew, toasted marshmallows and friendship they could see the future so clearly as they slept in a circle, their shoulders and heads touching.