My Summer Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

~Sam~ (dude)

Summer. Where beauty is at it's highest. Lush green grass, flowers, and other wonders. Winter is dead and cold. It has it's own beauty, sure. But can you sit outside and read, while picking at the grass and smelling the flowers? No. You can make as many snow angles as you want but that is what I look forward to in summer. Most people want to go to the beach and tan, but this is my peace. I can escape to another world and it always seems more real if I read it outside.

This summer at the end of July I turn 18. Then one more year of high school and I'm done. I'm free. I'm going to take a gap year and travel England and road trip America. My parents are both forensic scientists so they can pay for the trip. Along the way souvenirs and meals will be paid out of my own money I saved from working at the only music store we have in Winslow, Indiana. Music, writing, and poetry are my passions. A lot of guys would call me a softie but I'm not. I swim for my school and over the summer constantly. Emotionally I almost never cry. Poetry and music just... come easy to me. My guitar is a piece of me I can't live without and I almost never go out of the house without a notepad and a pen or pencil.

I walk out the door with my music note book, my guitar, and a pen in my back pocket. My car, a red Mercedes convertible, is my pride and joy. Her name's Miranda. My guitar's name is Hazel. I name the stuff close to me. So what? I jump in and slam the door to drive to the neighboring city. There they have a big downtown with big courthouse buildings dating back to a hundred years ago. I like to sit at the city corners and play my pieces. People see me on the street with my guitar case open, singing and playing and either take pity on me (which is a waste with my wealthy parents) or like my music. Hopefully it's my music but hey, you never know.

My black bangs fall into my deep blue eyes as I grab my guitar out of the backseat. I can see why girls throw themselves at me until they see that I'm not a meathead jock like they're used to. Somehow, that comforts me. I don't want some blonde airhead taking any chance to cling to me. I start to play and sing one of the songs I had written over the weekend. The ending still didn't sound right to me, so I was experimenting with it. I had just finished with the perfect ending, about to pull out my notebook when the most beautiful girl with dark brown hair and big brown eyes was walking towards me. She had artfully ripped jeans and a black band t-shirt on. So we had the same taste in music? This might just go well.

So? What do you think?? Who is mysterious beauty Sam's met??? We'll just have to see huh? Comments much appreciated! :) Oh, and help me on a name for the girl could you? I've got a really good name in mind, but I'd like to hear what you guys think. Thanks so much!

~Sarah~