Hello July

Chapter 1

"So bud, whats next on our crazy, mind blowing, epically stupid, stunt list?"

Miley's a bit agressive and can come across as rude, but she's also one of my best friends. She is a first degree black belt in karate-she always tells me it's some specific type of karate, but to me they're all the same- this is where she gets the agressive side. This summer we had things to accomplish before we started college; hence the list.

"You mean your crazy, mind blowing, epically stupid, stunt list?"

"Hmm.....what about petting a great white shark?" Miley suggested. I looked at her tall frame, not surprised to see the crazy look on her face. I can't count how many looks we've gotten over the years for Miley laughing a little too loudly and psychotic sounding, for it to be normal.

"No."

"Why?"

"I actually want to live to start college."

"Come on," Miley whined.

"No."

"Your no fun," she stated, crossing her long arms.

"Have your dad do it. I've had enough insanity for the day," I said, stubbornly.

"How about training a tiger?" she suggested, hopefully.

"I think you have enough stripes," I replied, referring to her karate belts.

"Haha, very funny, comedian."

"Your sarcasm is not appreciated."

"Let's go to the zoo!" Miley exclaimed excitedly.

"What did I say about the tiger and the shark?"

"We can talk to the tiger trainer!"

"No, you can talk to the trainer. I'll watch you get eaten," I joked, yet my face remained serious. We waited in line to pay for our tickets, before we walked through the brown brick arch way, and into the zoo. Miley and I stopped in front of the big directory; she was looking for the tigers' enclosure, I was looking for the aquarium. I spotted it and mapped out a route in my head, dragging Miley with me. I ignored her complaining and strangers' stares as we passed by them, my mind was focused on seeing the dolphins.

Number twenty-two on our list of things to do this summer was to ride a dolpin. I had wanted to ride one since I was little and went to Sea World with my parents. Around December this past school year, I was going through a hard time and Miley randomly mentioned wanting to go bungee-jumping. We started making a list of slightly crazy and thrilling things to do, bungee-jumping being number one, of course. We didn't neccessarily go in order, we just did whatever was on the list that we could accomplish while in that city or town. There was no proper planning for any of this, yet somehow we had managed to accomplish whatever we wanted to do so far.

I walked into the underwater tunnel, my eyes immediately looking at the fish above and around myself. Everything was so blue, and I felt a little frightened. There were three reasons behind this emotion, the first being all the different types of fish in one large tank. I know that some of the bigger fish eat the smaller ones and I feared for the little ones' lives. I was also nervous about the extreme amount of water above my head, and the lack of support that held it up. The last cause of my fear was what I was about to do. After all, not every dolphin is friendly.

"I just want to take a pole and shove it through the glass, just to see what would happen." Miley was staring at all the fish, oblivious as to what she just said. The few people who had heard, didn't seem too happy with her idea, and quickly left.

"Do you ever not think violently?" I asked her, sighing.

"Quit sighing! Your beginning to sound depressed."

"You've given me too many things to sigh about over the years," I shot back at her. My annoyance was showing and I didn't want Miley's attitude ruining what I was going to do. I walked back into the open air and breathed deaply. It smelled a little salty, probably from the aquarium water.

"How exactly are we going to go about this? Hold one of the trainers at gun point and demand a dolphin ride? Or should I rough them up a little beforehand, just so they know who they're dealing with?" The worst part about Miley's suggestion was that she was completely serious. Aside from the gun part, that is. Her hunting gun wasn't small enough for her to carry with her without it being noticed. I think people should be more careful with who they give guns to.

"No, Miley. We won't be comitting crimes today," a puddle splashed up around my foot as I continued speaking, "That's next week."