White Summer

"I can go?!"

This story does contain inspiration off of my real life, but not every event that happened in the story happened in real life.

I had never been a child to a strict mother, granted I wasn't allowed to stay out after dark, but I was allowed to go out with my friends when I wanted. My mom let me go the beach with a friend and my older cousin during a half day of school knowing I had school the next day. But, never a chance in hell would I think she'd let me go to New York without an adult.
    In a rush of euphoria I was thanking her mixing my Spanish and English, but I knew she understood my gratitude and just slapped my head laughing at me. She isn't abusive in the actual, "call-social-services-on-her" type of way but she did always find a way to hit me. It was about as hard as a gentle high five, in my opinion, but to others who are sensitive it may as well been a belt.
    I looked up at her pale skin and short kinky curls and smiled and her thin lips reciprocated my love. I kept the smile, but I did feel it falter due to the fact we looked nothing alike.
   Only people who didn't know my family, those that just witnessed us standing together would have a counter argument towards my statement, but in reality all we share was our curls and brown eyes.
    Although I blame my brown eyes on my grandfather for having recessive blue eyes, I hoped that if I ever did have kids that those blue genes would kick in.
      In summer I was extremely tan and never burnt even without sunblock. Only through winter would I begin to pale, but still I remained darker than her and my brother. My mother was Puerto Rican and Italian so go figure her whiteness and my brother seemed to take after her genetics.
  Although to my abuela, (grandma for all those who don't speak a lick of Spanish) he resembled my father. I resembled neither as I inherited the tan of his Ecuadorian side and the thickness of both of their hair which meant a lot of work for me.
      I closely resembled my Tia (aunt) from my dad's side, we looked so alike that on Christmas when I was younger my mom told me that my tia was my real mom. Enough said that, that resulted in huge waterworks from me that Christmas night.
      As I was getting ready to go out with my friends I was trying on a new romper my mom had bought me. I frowned looking at all the extra space in my chest area and looked back at my mom who had all the curves, where as I had none.
  The romper also fell right under my butt and because of my very long legs that made every outfit provocative. I was pure legs and hair, I barely owned a torso.
    Even with these long legs I barely made 5' so all my friends towered me. I sighed, changed into skinny ripped denims and a long sleeve crop top. I quickly applied my infamous cat eye that took me all of freshman year to master. Sorry Amy Winehouse for temporarily stealing your look. Only Amy pulled off that look and all I did was put it to shame.
    My mom drove me to the train station and there I met up with my friends that were accompanying me tonight. I texted my friends Kelly and Austin telling them I was a few minutes away.
As my mom was blasting her music she was also ranting to me the importance of texting her half an hour. If I texted her more than that'd be great, but I wouldn't be enjoying my time glued to my phone.
     Even though at times she makes me so frustrated I end up in tears I love that's she strict but let's me go.
My phone buzzed with the text notification that they were there and bought me my ticket already. My mom pulled into the parking lot kissed my cheek and I left. I was staying over Kelly's so I knew I could finally get completely wasted tonight and be fine.
I've drank before and have had plenty of opportunities to get drunk just not any ending up with my mom being gone. She was always waiting up for me because she claimed she couldn't sleep without knowing I was home.
I chuckled to myself as I breathed in freedom which consisted of smoke from the creep sitting on the stairs. Nonetheless, I reached the top of the stairs where I embraced my friends Kelly, then Austin.
I screeched in excitement that this was actually happening and we only waited five minutes for the train to pull in. While waiting I looked at Kelly who had to take Austin's leather jacket to sit on because she decided to wear tights. Luckily the train came fast and we boarded it choosing the seats near the door.

I texted my mom that we were on the train then looked up with a huge smile on my face.

"Lana, you naturally have full lips, but when you smile like that you look like Kylie Jenner before her surgery"

Kelly blatantly pointed out. Austin let out a huge chuckle as he looked to his right to face her. I saw his brown eyes pathetically still in love with Kelly.

I had no right to judge him because with one look Kelly could break hearts. Her hair was dark brown slick straight a few inches past her pale creamy shoulders. Her eyes always had a teasing glint to them challenging the opposer even when she was in a childish mood.
Which, by the way, she always appears to be to her friends with her wide, but thin lips always with a smile. Her brows were considered by Instagram 'goals', but by me too. When a camera appeared though, which was a lot because she was already becoming a model, her smile dropped because she hated it.
But I, always took her pictures when she's laughing. Her long nose scrunched up and even though a bit creepy sometimes, her face contorts into pure joy.
     It'd be a lie to say that I've never crushed on her because I have, but the way we have grown into such a close friendship, I moved on.
Austin the poor sucker even though they are best friends can't seem to shake his feelings. I shook my head and looked out the window watched the nightlife of in-between towns of New Jersey and New York pass before my eyes in matter of seconds.
Crazy how I was only twenty minutes away from one of the best states in the world.

"Guys we can not waste tonight, it has to be epic", they nodded their heads in agreement.
"I mean it guys like I want it to be crazy like in one of the white stereotype movies that the teens get away with anything-"

"Dude chill, it's gonna be great, but this is the real world if we even take a keychain we will go to jail."

I rolled my eyes at Austin, he was always such a downer on my ideas. He rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth, fixing his rectangular skinny glasses. I know I exaggerate things, but daMñ man always shooting my stars.
I decided to text Kelly who was occasionally the cool mom that convinced the dad to change his mind.

L- Pls tell Austin that I'm not saying we burn China town to the ground, but talking to new people going to a house party uptown, those type of epic things.

I looked at Kelly who had her phone in her bag not paying attention to it or me at all. So I did what any attention crazy friend did... I kicked her. She slightly jumped and gave me a what the hēłł look. I used my hand to signal the phone and after three tries I just grabbed my phone and and pointed at it and her purse.
Kelly finally god it and I quickly sent out another text.
L- you sure that's your natural hair color? I think you might be the reason blondes have a stereotype.

Kelly looked up and me and dramatically gasped while flipping me her middle finger. She then returned her fingers back to her screen and rapidly texted me.

*Badum Badum*

K- First, screw you second, we will convince him when we get off.

In a few minutes we were off exiting the train station and taking in the fact that we were in Manhattan, at night, just us three.

The night was ours, and I had planned to make it our first stop on an epic summer before junior year.

Xoxoxox

Oh my, I'm starting a new book? Without going back to the other one? Yea I am, sorry, but see this I have a huge passion for and have been planning for a while now to write and I'm going to make sure to write at least 500 words a day so chapters might be short. Please bare with me because there is going to be a lot that will take place.
Xoxo-Hypnotiz.