Prologue
After glancing over at the clock on her nightstand, Cathryn sighed in relief; she saw the hazy blue light glowing with "8:00."
She shut her eyes briefly and a smile found its way onto her face.
"No school. It's over," she whispered, but then frowned with an afterthought. "For now, at least." Might as well make the best of it. She hopped out of bed and stretched, relishing the fact that she could take all the time she needed.
Opening a drawer, she pulled out a notebook, spine worn from use, cover decorated with quick sketches and words.
Cathryn ran her fingers lightly over the cover, grinning at her favorite parts and blushing at the messy sketches. Her most favorite part was her graffiti rendition of the word "believe." It was beautiful and bursting and inspiring all at once.
She slowly opened the notebook and flipped through the pages till she saw the last one she'd used, the title scribbled in a purple gel pen.
Taking out a blue pen, she drew a star and started the first list of her summer vacation.
Plans to do over summer vacation (all of which don't require friends, $ or a car):
*Movie Night: complete with popcorn, candy, a cute stuffy, a blanket and a pillow. Oh and Dress Code consists of: Pjs!
*Beach Day: picnic food, blanket, sunnies, towel, good book, camera. Dress: bathing suit and flip flops
*Photoshoot: camera, any props.
Dress: Something comfy :)
*Lazy Day: couch- or bed, electronics, FOOD, music, book. Dress: Comfy! Aka pjs.... ;)
*Hang out with some friends....(make friends): So this requires a lot.... But I really want to make some real friends this summer :( (maybe even conquer my inability to talk with and befriend guys)
Cathryn reconsidered the last star, and regretfully scribbled it out. It was too much to ask for- too much to commit herself to. Friends meant opening yourself up. And that was just something Cathryn hadn't done in so long a time. Not after Ari- no, Ariyana- and Evan.... Sure, it hadn't been a while, just a couple months, but she'd had time to get over it, you'd think. Still, it continued to hurt nonetheless.
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