Summer Changes

1. What Time Is It?

I promised myself two years ago I would never come to that place ever again. That was the plan until he showed up. Now here I am, in my bed to rest. Awaiting the time to leave to my nightmare's nightmare. Today was suposed to be one of my most spectacular days for finishing my sophmore year in high school. It was only to be ruined by the time I walked inside my home and closed the door to have a moment of silence. Then start brake dancing like a maniac to find a lovely, but unexpected, suprise.

Okay, it actually started when this cute boy at my school, Aaron, dropped off at my house.

"So you're coming to my party tonight, right?"

"Yep, I'll be the one waiting for you to ask me to dance," I said with confidence. I was still unbelieved that he offered to drive me to my home. Somebody pinch me I think I'm dreamimg.

"Cool, see you there," he said starting up the engine then combs his fingers though his hair. My goodness how I'd love to comb my fingers though his chestnut colored flawless hair and make out with him. I could've too but I hesitated because I saw the curtains in the living room flash. Which made me figure it was my Mom watching. So I got out the car instead.

When I made my way to the door I tripped... On air...and fell on my face, "are you okay?" Oh yeah, and Aaron saw it all.

In reply I got up, brushed myself off, then gave him a thumbs up, and flashed a smile. A thumbs up? Christ! What am I? A ninety's commercial? I thought as he drove off.

I came inside with a blank expression. Thinking this was going to be a summer of a lifetime. So, what did I do? Oh nothing, I just throw my bookbag in the air and started doing the running man. (the origanal not the vine kind that athletes do.) You may ask, was there any music going with this? H*ll yeah there was.

"What time is it?

Summertime, it's our vacation,

What time is it?

Party time, that's right, say it loud."

Yes I was singing 'High School Musical' lyrics until suddenly... "Ahem," my Mom signals me at the living room while she's stares at me from the kitchen.

Then I see them and of course, him. Clapping ever so slowing with that big stupid smirk on his face he cheers, "bravo!" how I'd love to smack that thing right off his face. In the flesh it was-

"Harmony, you remember the Wilders, don't you? It's Paula, Dove, and-"

"Elton john," I interrupted trying not to show my gritting teeth. After a long time I thought I'd never see this monstrous figure again. Well honestly, I thought maybe the next time I would see him, would be in a newspaper... With a mugshot.

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A.N

Hello, I'm somebody. This is the part were you skip to go on to the next chapter. If you chose to actually read this, I came here to say thanks for reading. I'm not the best writer but I must say it can be fun. Please vote and share if you want. I won't force you, I will say on the other hand enjoy if you choose to read. Have a wonderful day. For a little fun, comment your worst or best summer memory.