Sabotaged

Chapter One

"I'm bored!" Alaina pouts. Allison rolls her eyes through her Coach sunglasses. The blonde wisps that fell from her

top-knot border her heart shaped face.

"Listen to music until you fall asleep?" I suggest.

"I tried." Alaina huffs.

Keaton starts to talk. "Or..." She makes sure to enhance the r's, "we could do this!" She cranks up Selena Gomez's 'Come & Get It' as she opens the sun roof. We all start screaming the words, even Allison. As much as she insists on being the "mature" one, she sure knows how to let it loose.

I climb on to the glove compartment and sit on my knees as my head pops above the sun roof.

"When you're ready come and get THIS!" I scream, and my girls laugh in unison.

Keaton yells at me, because I'm affecting her driving.

We talk our selves to sleep, and I trade spots with Keaton so she can sleep while I drive.

"Are you sure, Sienna?" She asks me, half asleep.

I nod and smile. "You can't even finish a sentence without slurring your words, you need sleep."

I start talking to her, even though she is in no state to converse, and she quickly falls asleep, leaving me with my thoughts.

I pull up in to my cabin driveway, and I roll down the window, taking in the smell of bonfire and pine. It has been forever since I've been here, so I jumped at the idea of my friends and I staying here for the first month of summer break. It seems as though other teenagers had the same idea. I could hear and feel music vibrating somewhere close to Kelly Beach.

I hop out of the car, and slam the front door and head to the trunk to start grabbing bags.

"Sienna?" A sleep deprived voice squeaks. My attempt at being quiet obviously failed.

"Hey, we're here!" I whisper and a grin claims my features. Alaina's head pops up, and she nearly squeals, waking Allison, who is sprawled across Alaina's legs.

Alaina grabs her shoulders, "We're here!" Allison groans, wanting to lay back down.

Soon, everybody is awake, and I unlock the doors, as we all pile in to the cabin. Alaina and Allison claim the second bedroom, and collapse on the mattress as soon as they walk in.

Keaton and I decide to walk down to the beach.

We talk about the stars, our next year of high school as seniors, but mostly how amazing this summer will be.

"Maybe we'll meet some boys," she jokes and nudges my ribs. She acts as if it's impossible, even though there are teen boys in almost every other cabin this week.

Who knows, maybe we would?