Seven Summers Ago

Prologue

Hey everyone, so I decided to start this new book.  I hope you all like it (please give it a chance, it gets better ;) )  I dedicate this chapter (or prologue) to Laurss for the amazing book cover!!!

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Prologue

         

“It’s finally the last day of school!” screams my best friend Charlotte.

            I look over at her and smile.  Charlotte is my best friend in the whole wide world.  We have been friends since we were kids and I can’t imagine life without her.  She is 5’8’’ and toned.  She has fiery curly red hair, bright green eyes (a crazy combination right?), some freckles on her nose, and big boobs and I mean big.  I think they are like a double D.  I glance down at my small A boobs and sigh.

            Charlotte knocks on my head.

“You in there Jess?”

“What?” I ask snapping back to reality.

“I said, it’s finally the last day of school!  Aren’t you excited?”   

“Duh!  This school year felt insanely long.”

“Tell me about it Jess I can’t wait for three full months of laying on the beach, going to the movies, and all my lazy days!”

“Lucky you,” I grumble.

“Oh, come on don’t tell me your not excited to spend the whole summer with the Jefferson boys," she says wiggling her eyebrows.

            I wince at the memory of the boys. 

It goes back to when I was a little girl.  My parents have worked with the Jefferson’s since before I was born, and, up until seven years ago, we used to spend every summer up at their beach house.  I was a very fat and ugly kid back then and the boys wouldn’t let me forget it.  They never included me in anything, so I was always left by myself for most of the summer.  My parents finally agreed when I was eleven to let me stay with Charlotte for the past seven summers.  But now that I am seventeen, I am being forced to go back this summer.

Ever since that terrible summer when I was ten, I decided to work on myself.  Back then I was fat, my face was full of acne, and my hair was frizzy and damaged.  Now I have taken up running and gotten skinny.  I treated my brown straight hair and got it cut so I now have side bangs.  My hair is always straight and perfect no matter what.  My skin finally cleared up when I was fourteen and I have taken extra good care of it.  My dark brown eyes now always shine with joy and happiness.  But back then, those boys made me see myself as a troll and I never wanted anyone to see me like that every again.

“Oh, yeah why wouldn’t I want to spend the summer with the four boys who tormented me every summer when I was fat and ugly?”

“You were not ugly, you just weren’t that attractive.”

            I smirk back at her and start walking off toward the quad for the yearly countdown.  I look at the white walls of the school and at each yellow locker I pass.  I inhale my last few breaths of school and take in every scratch, piece of trash, and graffiti on the walls and floors of the hallway.  When I reach the quad I look around at the open area.  There are thousands of kids at the moment, but when its empty, it is beautiful.  I picture the quad and all its trees and grass and smile at the memory I will have forever. 

Charlotte runs to my side.

“Jess, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“It’s okay.  I know you didn’t mean any harm.  Its just I really am not looking forward to going back.”

“I know I wish you could stay here with me again.”

“So do I.”

            She gives me a sympathetic smile we start to countdown.  When the countdown begins, I get butterflies in my stomach.  I can’t help but feel anxious about this summer and what’s to come.

“FIVE.”

“FOUR.”

“THREE.”

“TWO.”

            ‘One more second until I have to spend an entire summer with four terrorists, this should be fun,’ I think as the countdown nears the end.

“ONE”

“ZERO!”

            Everyone throws up their school papers and screams with joy, but how can I share their joy?  How can I be happy when I have to spend the next three months in hell?