Cool for the summer

chapter 1-aimee

Well, that when just about as well as expected. This is the 4th time I've tried to speak to the high-school kids from here. I tried a different group this time. I know, I shouldn't group them and all that, cliques and whatever. But it works so I do. At least in my head. I would never say any of it out loud they already know me as the weird girl from out of town. This time I tried the girls (three of them one blonde, one ginger, one brown haired, like me. All with a debatably real tan. This is northern Ireland, for flips sake, there's hardly any sun. That being said it has been nice this summer.) That always hang around the corner shop. They said they were
"fine thanks for asking" when I asked them how they were and other overly polite and formal answers, never more then three or four  words. Great, that's another group of people I can cross off my potential friend list and add to my 'avoiding them at all costs' list.my door opens and my older brother, Sam (sixteen, Taurus, pan) rudely interrupts my mopping session.
"Do you have a charger?" He asks.
"Yeah, over here." I drag myself up off my bed and over to my desk.me and Sam's rooms are pretty much the same, here at salt stone cottage. It's not really a cottage more a small house. My grandmother's bedroom in the attic and me and Sam's rooms on the second floor, and below us the living room, kitchen and, my favorite, the conservatory a large glass room overlooking the cliff, filled with all manner of plants. Anyhow back to my room. I got the worse of the two, but its OK. Sam is planning to go to college here, so I let him have the room with the view. I bend down squeezing my arm through the gap between my desk- your standard white IKEA desk- and grab my charger.
"Here," I hand it to him "did you lose yours?" Sam is always losing things.
"Yeah. left it somewhere. I'll find it," I raise an eyebrow.
"Mmh, good luck with that."
He shrugs before walking out the door. He's been in a suspiciously good mood since coming here, for someone who's only friends are two hours away, being happy all the time is a bit suspicious. especially with his recent break up. His boyfriend, Toby, broke up with him, since he was 'more of a therapist then a boyfriend and didn't want the drama'. Gosh I hate that b- wait no, not swearing, yup, there we go. I hate that....idiot. Yeah, that works.
"Aimee! Sam! dinner!" Agh, great now I have to go down and suffer through being questioned by grandmother about weather or not I made any friends or not and how when she was younger she was the most popular and how everyone wanted to sit with her at lunch and how, bla bla bla. Wish me luck.