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𝐈. 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

My blood boils through my veins and I throw some random clothes in my suitcase, while I hear my mother yelling at me from the hall. I ignore her and try to not listen to her. How can it be that I'm nineteen years old and still, my mother is decided that I'm coming with her on vacation. "Chiara Angelina Moretti, you're maybe nineteen, but you are coming with us on vacation", she knocks on my door. "It's not that I have a choice, do I?", I snap back, trowing a magazine against the crème coloured door. "No you don't have a choice, and Damiano and you are not gonna fight the whole vacation!". The urge to puke comes up when my mother mentions his name.

Since three years my parents and Damiano David his parents are best friends. And it's annoys me so badly, I mean his parents are such amazing people and I'm glad my parents and they are in a very good friendship. But Damiano is just an asshole, thinking he's everything because he's in a band, and whole Italy knows him. The past three years we went on vacation with his family, and every year we fought a lot, about the fact that we just dislike each other. On of his band members, Ethan, we were in the same class during our whole middle school time, and we were best friends, like best friends. When Ethan came in the same band as Damiano, he totally forgot about my existence, so I decided to end the friendship.

"Mom don't you get it, Damiano and I don't like each other, how can you guys force us to spend three whole weeks together", I snap, letting her into my room. Shen sits down in the edge of the couch, which is standing in front of the window. "Why do you hate him so much?", my mom asks, sounding calm. "He is just", I stop, gagging. "And he ruined my friendship with Ethan", I roll with my eyes, looking at myself in the mirror. With my brush, I go through my wavy blond hair. "Are you still mad about that?", my mother sighs, going through my stuff in my suitcase. "Are you bringing this?", confused she lifts a black sexy bikini out of it. "Stop going through my stuff, I'm serious mom. I'm not a child anymore", I sigh, irritated closing my suitcase.

"I'm not arguing about it any longer, and you're gonna find a way to get along with Damiano. And don't you dare ruin my vacation", she points at me, giving a deadly stare. "Or I'll just ignore him for three weeks straight, and I wouldn't dare ruin your vacation", I shove her my middle finger, not caring what she thinks. "Chiara!", she snaps, stepping out of my room. "You should let me live my life, I'm nineteen!", I shout through the house.

While diner, there is a deadly silence. Neither me or my parents talk, and we all feel the hate in me right now. "Make sure you'll be ready at six in the morning tomorrow, than we will leave to the airport", my dad mumbles, and I press my fork in a piece of pasta. "Are we flying with the three of us?", I ask, hoping I'm not being forced to spend ten hours to Miami in a plane with Damiano. "No, the David's will fly at the same time, so we can go to the hotel together", my mother says, with a hate tone in her voice.

She makes me sigh even harder, "I'm sitting next to you", I point at my dad, and chew my last pasta til I swallow it. "Ow no, I haven't seen Alessandro in ages, I sit next to him". I roll with my eyes and look hopeful at my mother. "I'm sitting next to Bianca", my mother speaks, not even looking at me. "Why did you guys even decided to tell me this morning, if we are leaving tomorrow", I look confused but still mad towards my parents. "Because, you wanted to go to Miami, and it seemed us fun to go with the David's. But we knew you and Damiano weren't the best friends, so we thought telling you last-minute would be the best", cold as ice, the words roll out of my mother her mouth.

I threw my cutlery on my plate, sticking my tongue out towards my parents. "You not even care that I don't feel comfortable with this fucking holiday", I walk towards the stairs when my mother her voice makes me stop. "Chaira Moretti! We are going to Miami because you like it so much, don't act so dissatisfied". I make a fist and squeeze in it so hard. "I love Miami, but not when I'm forced to spend three weeks with that fucking jerk!", I scream towards my parents, turning myself around and running down.

My phone buzzed, and I looked for a quick second. It was Damiano who texted me. I'm too tired and too angry to respond to that jerk, and by the way, I'll see him constantly for the next three weeks, why shoulde we talk over the phone right now. "Everyone should just fuck off!", I scream in my pillow, realizing it might be time to go and pack my bags, since we are leaving in exactly 12 hours.  

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omg, does any of you have any idea how in love I am with this book, ALREADY!

spoiler alert: 30 chapters in total.