excerpts from a book I'll never write.

Excerpt 8

'That's so cliché!' Lacey didn't like my ideas of a perfect summer.

'But that's the whole point of it. Trust me... it'll be fun!' I quickly tried to defend my ideas but the perfect reasoning behind my ideas had evaporated from my mind and was replaced by a terrible attempt to get Lacey to agree to what I had planned.

Lacey laughed, 'Will it?'

'Yes! don't tell me you've never wanted for are friends to drive down an empty road at night with our music turned up to the max, singing along to our favorite songs and no-one can tell us to be quiet?!' I knew that Lacey was just as cliché as me... she just didn't like to admit it.

'Let me guess... eventually we would drive down to the beach and be completely "wild" by running into the water and then making a camp fire and share our thoughts and dreams.' She raised and eyebrow as if she already knew that I liked that idea.

'Yes, exactly!' I shouted as I pointed at her.