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There are two things about summer that play in my book. The good and the bad. The good is no school, sleeping in, eating as much as you want, and for me, no parents, meaning I can stay home alone and relax, or party. The bad on the other hand, is getting caught while having a party, but that never happens.
My dad lives in England for his job. I see him once every six months. He's the big boss of some random British company that I'm sure no one knows about. My mom on the other hand is a lawyer. She works in town but during summer she goes to law school for the two months being, and I'm home alone.
I'm seventeen. Just last year my mom started letting me stay alone all summer as long as I called her three times a week, at the exact time she asked for. Before that, I was forced to stay with the same stupid old lady across the street for two months and not do a thing.
This summer will be different. Last summer, although I got to stay alone and party, I didn't have as many friends as I do now, meaning I'll have an even bigger party now.
As I scrolled through Twitter on my laptop, I heard my mom call me from downstairs in the kitchen.
I let out a grunt and placed my MacBook on my bed, and pushed myself off my soft mattress.
"You called?" I asked as soon as I stepped of the carpeted steps and onto the hardwood floor that covered our whole main floor.
"Yea, take a seat please." She nodded in a monotone voice.
"You're starting to creep me out." I admitted as I slowly took a seat on the barstool in the kitchen.
"Catalina, stop it." My mom swatted the kitchen towel at my arm.
"Geez mom, you asked me to come down here and now you're hurting me." I rubbed my arm as I stared at my mother.
"I wanted to talk to you about me leaving for the summer." She sat down as well. I smiled internally, excitement radiating through my body.
"Go on." I tried to act calm.
"They want me to go to the classes that start a bit earlier, so I'll be leaving tomorrow at noon." She smiled.
"That's great!" I jumped out of the bar stool, almost knocking down everything.
"Why are you so excited for me to leave?" My mother raised her perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Well, um," I had to think of some other excuse other than 'I wanna party, that's why'. "I think it'll improve your skills even more." I nodded my head vigorously.
"I see." She raised her brown again. "Well it's eleven at night, so I think I'm going to bed. I'll talk about your summer alone tomorrow." She kissed my forehead before tightening her silk robe, and marching away in her satin slippers to her bedroom.
I was left in the kitchen, sitting alone. I decided to fill a glass with some water and take it to my room.
When I got there, I pulled my phone off my night stand. Time to make plans for a party tomorrow night.
I texted all of my friends, who texted their friends, and so on. I wanted this party to be huge. I don't care who comes. We have a big house, might as well fill it with drunk teens.
My friends often ask how I get the amount of alcohol I have at parties. And no my mom doesn't buy it for me, and neither do I take it from her wine cellar or alcohol closet, she counts that. I have a friend you see; the names Zayn.
He's twenty two and can buy whatever alcohol I wish to have at my parties. Of course he doesn't just buy it for me. I have a price to pay.
I have to get at least one girl to hook up with him every party or else he'd call my mom and tell her about my parties. I know. Stupid, right?
