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Chapter 1 Show me everything

    The school always lit up on the last month of school. Every teacher held their breath to the last bell and every kid gave up 3 weeks before finals. The halls buzzed with one talk and one talk only, summer.
    "Maybe, if you actually got you're license this summer we could meet up and do things. You know, things high school kids do." The halls were full of kids throwing every last piece of paper out of their locker. Kashtyn was the only girl in the whole school who didn't have to empty her own locker.
    "I guess if my parents would let me get my license, if my parents would let me be a high school kid." We walked to Kashtyns locker where two boys already had it spotless.
    "They're hard-core losers." She laughed and tossed her long blonde curl over her shoulder.  "Hey B, thanks, but I think you missed a few spots." She giggled.
    "We never miss spots, you know that Tyn." He threw his leg over a pile of old science papers and wrapped her into a long kiss.
    "Get a room." Larson pushed boxes of garbage across the gross tiled floor.
    "Or just get away from us." I lifted a box to make a path for him. Larson was Braydens best friend, He'd been my neighbor since the day I was born, and Brayden and Kashtyn had been making out since 9th grade.
    "What's your plans this summer Haislee? The usual reading 22 books in a hammock until the library says no more?" Larson laughed.
  "I actually think I might do something with my life this summer, thanks." I rolled my eyes.
   "Darn, then who will I admire while I stare over my fence?" He rested against a closed locker laughing at his own joke.
  "If your intent was to flirt, don't make it so creepy next time." I pat his shoulder before readjusting my backpack straps. "Are you two love birds ready to catch the bus for the last time?"  Kashtyn and Brayden split apart only connect by their entangled hands, and begun to lead the way outside.
  "Should we do that too?" Larson stretched his hand out from his side.
  "No we should not." I laughed and swung my arm around his shoulders. "That right there, is the definition of revolting."
  "Revolting?" He pushed the large metal door open for the two of us.
   "Disgusting. Maybe you should read 22 books this summer."
   "Or maybe I should try to not fail English again." He shrugged and my arm fell back to my side. The sun was bright and warm sending a chill up my spine.