The hot humid air blew through my hair. I stopped working and felt the mild breeze drift passed. I hate summer. Here I am trying to be a responsible kid and help my mom out with the yardwork and what do I get in return you my ask? Uneven sunburn marks, tan lines to haunt me till December, and mosquito bites I could play connect the dots with.
Understandably I live in one of the hottest states in the continental U.S but would it kill Texas to be a little cooler during summertime? Jesus.
Ironically enough my name matches the thing I despise most: summer. Yes, my name is a season. A very original idea on my mother's part. I couldn't just be called winter, no that's too on the nose. And over here its only ever summer and winter it feels like, never an in between like fall or spring. Stupid Texas, stupid heat, stupid summer.
I wiped the sweat that had been trickling down my face and onto my shirt. Why did I choose today to do yard work? I shouldn't even be outside I have so much sleeping I could be doing. On top of that I'm burning even after re-applying sunscreen. As if on cue my mom came to my aid.
"Honey, I think you have done enough over here how about we call it a day and head inside?" She said brushing the dirt off her pants and hands. I drop the bush trimmer on the poorly mown grass and follow her inside. Bless this woman.
Once we're inside I lay on the floor in the living room just staring at the ceiling fan spin in endless circles. This is my thing. After something like a workout or even just an overstimulating day I lay on the floor and watch the fan. In a way its somewhere between being super boring or super therapeutic. I can't really decide but I always find myself doing this. My mom just shakes her head and complains that I'll leave my sweat particles in her carpet, but I don't care. I'm honestly not even listening as my mind gets lost in the hypnotic spirals of the spinning fan.
My mom brings me a bottle of water then sits on the couch and starts flipping through the tv. We end up watching one of the housewives shows I can never keep up with. Something about someone stealing someone's man again. My little sister eventually comes down from her room to join us. Them on the couch like normal people, me still sprawled on the floor but now with my head angled toward the tv. These moments of summer I don't mind at all but summer is still a bitch.
***
You know that feeling you get when you realize you need to take a shower but your lazy and don't feel like going through the whole motion of it? Or am I just weird and gross? I don't know if it's me being lazy or depressed or who even knows but I find myself feeling like that while I'm already in the midst of showering and now I'm trying to convince myself to continue. Like I know I'm already here so I might as well finish but sometimes even something as monotonous as showering feels like a chore.
My therapist says that I'm not crazy and having thoughts like that are normal and valid enough to express but eh. I think she just puts up with me long enough to get her check from my mom.
She probably talks about my unreasonable thoughts to her other therapist friends or spills all my business to her wife when she gets home after my sessions. Good for me though I think too much about myself to even consider getting lost in that worm whole of thought. Oh God does that make me sound like a narcissist?
Here I am again completely lost in thoughts about being lost in my thoughts when there's a bang on the door. "Summer get out the bathroom you're going to run up my water bill!" I hear my mom shout from the other side of the door. "Sorry!" I shout back and start scrubbing soap and water on myself as fast as I could muster.
I'm drying off in my room when I hear a tweet like chime sound from my phone. Matt. I pull up the phone and see it's a text from my best friend asking about answers to some homework assignment with a side note of him saying he's being having a hard time with everything and why he needs the answers. I shoot back "you know it'd be easier if you just did the work right?" To which he humors me by bringing up his grandmother who isn't sick at all. In fact, the only problem that she has is that she just smokes a pack every day and is dealing with the end effects of it; nothing too serious though.
Him: MY GRAMMA SUM SHE NEEDS ME!
Me: fine but next time ill answer all the questions wrong on purpose
Him: fine by me!
Matt and I have been best friends since before I could remember. I never minded sharing homework answers, being a study partner, or being a wing woman when needed I mean, that's what best friends are for.
I send him the homework then start checking all my social media. There isnt really anything new or exciting happening. I did see one new follower on my Instagram but I didn't pay much mind to it. It was a random person with no profile picture. I mean in this time and era who doesn't at least have a profile picture which is a little sketchy. I was kind of forced into social media by my friends and I only have one post on my page of me with some friends.
I'm casually scrolling through my timeline when I get another notification saying the person who had just followed me sent me a message. As I opened it I was even more suspicious and confused by this profile. The mysterious person had sent me "hey....long time no see."
I wrote back hi and apologized for not recognizing their profile.
Me: Sorry do I know you?
Them: yea
Me: ok well whats your name?
Them: that I cant say, itll ruin the fun
Me: fun?
Them: :)
I closed Instagram and just starred at my phone. That was weird. It gave me scary movie vibes and I wanted no part of that. I powered down my phone and did my best to try and fall asleep. For the most part I succeeded in that but in the deepest darkest farthest part of my mind I couldn't help but wonder what that was about.
YOU ARE READING
I swear.
Teen Fictionrewriting an old story I wrote about a girl who is trying to figure it all out and in that process she meets new people who have the power to help and hurt her most