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Summers pov.



beep. beep . beep


beep. beep. be-


I slammed down on my alarm shutting it off from its constant agitating sounds. Ugh todays my first day of senior year yay. You see I don't hate school its the people there, the Bullies, Populars, Goths, Jocks , and Nerds (which im one). Im the quiet and shy girl with the simple long brown hair, emerald eyes, and big nerdy looking glasses.


I put my hand on my side desk moving my hand everywhere searching for my glasses. I pull them on my face then sit up and fling my legs on the side of the bed. I stand up and start to go down stairs , but me being me I don't pay any attention to anything on the ground and end up tripping and face planting on my soft carpet. ahh mornings. I grab the door handle pull myself up, while heading down stairs I see my mom an dad sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. I kiss them each good morning then go to the kitchen, eating a very quick breakfast of cereal. Now awake, I run up the stairs and get dressed. I drag open the curtains slowly, making sure his curtains aren't open. Since they aren't, I grab my Nirvana muscle shirt and some jeans and white vans . I get dressed and put my hair up into a high pony tail and brush my teeth while im in the bathroom.

When I walk out I notice that his window are open, I can tell he's not in the room. I hurry and grab my school bag and shut my curtains. I scurry down the stairs before he can see me.


"Mom I'm leaving!" I yell as I walk out the door. Just before it shuts I hear her scream back,


" Be safe Summer and have fun love you!!"


I don't answer back I just run to my car. I have to hurry before he comes out and sees me. I get my in 2009 Toyota Camry and throw my bag in the passenger seat. I immediately turn on the AC stupid Miami weather. Living on a beach has its perks but it seems like the sun is baking you in an oven, unlike anywhere else in Florida that's just a normal type of heat. Just as I pull out my driveway I see him walk out from his house. Branden Smith. My once upon a time best friend, and love of my life. Well once is the key word. Of course he has to be my neighbor. I glance at him through my side mirror. No wonder he's popular now, with his perfect brown hair and shiny bright crystal blue eyes. I focus my attention back to the road trying not to cry and keeping my mind off of him. I repeat the same thing over and over in my head, He forgot and left you, you were and never will be anything to him.



Soooo... yeah this is my first story sorry for any errors, ill make the next chapter longer. comment what you think and your opinions!!!~ K









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