Summer, last forever?

Chapter 1

I wake up groggily to someone shaking me awake. I groan and try to slap the persons hand away but then I feel a hand come down to my face. I instantly woke up.

"What the heck?!" I screeched still trying to remember how to open my eyes. I hear Bridget laugh and then I look at her shooting daggers out of my eyes.

"Oh my gosh, that was the funniest thing ever!" She said to me clutching to her stomach laughing. I hear my stomach growl and so does Bridget. She stops laughing and looks at me.

"Is there a bear in my house?" I laugh at her comment.

"No it's my stomach telling me that it wants food, so let's get to it. We walk down the cold pine steps with our dogs at our heels wanting to be fed too. We get the dogs situated and then we crack open fresh eggs. Right as I hear the egg hit the pan and the sizzling my stomach growls again. I felt something wet on my face. I snap out of it and realize I was drooling. We burst out laughing.

We finish cooking our meal and we sit down to eat. What we cooked up with out burning the house down was waffles with strawberries and granola and fresh orange juice.

"I'm surprised we are this good at cooking..." I said and poke a strawberry. Bridget just nods an agreement. We finish up eating and throw our dishes in the dishwasher and go upstairs to get ready.

I take out my jean shorts and plain blue short sleeved shirt and change.

I apply some blush, light blue eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I then straighten my long dirty blond hair and brush my teeth. When I get back into the room I throw on a pair of cowgirl boots and then pack everything back into my suitcase.

"Dang girl!" I hear Bridget comment. I turn around to see her in bleached jean shorts, a plain white shirt and cowgirl boots.

"We are going to look like hicks to everyone!" I comment and flip my hair off my shoulder.

"Oh well we still look good in my opinion!" Bridget replies grabbing her makeup bag and throwing it into her suitcase.

We finish packing our extra things and then call our dogs and get them in their little carriers... Except Frankie. He wouldn't go in his carrier!

"It's only to get into the truck!" I say trying to push him in his doggie carrier he finally gives in and plops his butt his down. On the other hand Desiree was still getting her beauty sleep.

"Looks like Frankie is going to be our copilot in the front seat!" I said and pick up the dogs carriers and bring them to the truck. We then load our suit cases up and say our goodbyes, and we are off!