| nantucket summers |

chapter 1

      I grew up as a rich, spoiled kid. My parents spoiled every one of us. My older brother Tommy me, and my younger brother Logan. We own a boat, a nice house, nice cars, the life many people dream about. Our parents love us a lot but they have always been harsh on us, especially my older brother Tommy. I guess because he screwed up once too many times. I mean, they expect a lot from us. They expect Tommy to go to Harvard, me to go to Yale, and Logan to go to Brown. They'd be happy with any Ivy League school though. I think they're only like that because of my grandparents though.
    My mother grew up rich as well. She went to Harvard and was class valedictorian. She always kept her grades up, she was active, and was always respectful. She was a pretty girl and boys liked her. And now my mom wants me to be like her. She always reminds me to use my manners and to keep my room clean. She always tells me not to wear anything too inappropriate or showy. She wants me to have friends that are respectful and don't do bad things. She always has to meet a boy before he asks me out. I always have to have straight A's and I have to get into an Ivy League school. It's always been like that, even when I was young. I couldn't play in the dirt or do anything messy. I couldn't play with a kid that was too loud or disrespectful. She made me take ballet growing up. She always picked out my outfits and made sure I didn't ruin any of my clothes. I know it sounds rough but I did enjoy my childhood. She always bought me the nicest toys or dolls. Whether it was an American Girl Doll or a stuffed animal. She always had to make sure it was nice. She always took me to broadway shows and took me to the Nutcracker every December. She always makes sure I have my nails done. If I need any new clothes she always takes me out shopping and gets me nice, expensive clothes. She takes care of me when I'm sick and always planed the best birthday parties for me.
    One perk of being rich is having a summer house. Ever since I can remember, my family has been going to our summer house in Nantucket. My cousins and grandparents sometimes come as well. We always spend 4th of July on the beach, with a campfire, with all my cousins. I'm not going to lie, it is fun. Well it was. Until since last summer.