The Summer of My Life

2.

So, how was the first chapter? This one is a bit more interesting, less description more action. We The Kings is a band I happen to like(they don't sell clocks, they should), EGGO's are a waffle brand cause I'm a foodie. Other than these two mentions, the characters, story, and plot line are my own. Enjoy!

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My first day of summer break goes something like this.

I wake up to the sun blaring through the window, blinding me with its pale yellow rays of cancer. I look at my magnificent We The Kings clock, and even though I feel wide awake, it's six the morning. I groan and back onto my pillow with a THUD. I try to go back to sleep, but sleep doesn't come. I find myself staring up onto my ceiling, covered with maps of places I would like to visit, planning my day out. I had promised myself the summer of my 14 years alive, anyways. For now, the stress relief was that enough. At about 6:30, I finally get out of bed, with my day fully planned.

I run downstairs and pull two EGGO waffles out of the freezer. As I wait for them to heat up, I check my phone for any new messages from anyone. Everyone must still be asleep, because no one is online. I've just barely hit the send button to my message to Rebecca asking if she could skate today when the spring of the toaster takes me out of my daze. I spread butter and sprinkle some sugar on one, stack the other plain one on top, and my breakfast becomes a breakfast waffle sandwich. I inhale it in a matter of seconds and run upstairs to clean myself up a bit. As I battle my extremely curly, dirty blonde hair, Becca finally wakes up. 

yes meet u at the park at 8

 I grimace as I tug through my soaking wet hair. Picking up my phone, I reply with

sounds good. c u then. 

and then on second thought, I add

bring money.

I'm blow-drying my hair all over the place when my mom walks into the bathroom.

"Hey Nora, did you know we have neighbors moving in? They're a family with two boys, and one of them is your age," she taunts. I look at her in the mirror. I feel as if I'm an exact copy of her, right down to her cool gray eyes and slightly darker than bisque complexion. Other than her hair, I seem to be a spitting image of her. Her hair is chocolate-y brown and pin straight. I figure my dad would have a full on graying-blonde afro if he were to grow his hair longer than bald. I smile back.

"I'll have a pet cow before I have a boyfriend, Mother."

"Well then, off to buy you a pet cow," she says cheerfully, and heads to work.

"Bye mom, love ya!" I call after her.

It's 7:30 by the time I finally conquer my hair. I put it in a loose braid that stays by itself without a hairband. The pros and cons of having noodles and pillow stuffing for hair. By 8:58, I've thrown on purple shorts and a simple white tee. I've also stuck a bit of the usual makeup on, to cover my ugliness. My mom says I look fine, but you should see what a wonder some concealer and mascara does to me. Slap on some chapstick, and I'm good to go. I grab my board and tug on my gray vans before I shut the door. By the time I've crossed the street to the park it's exactly 8:00, and Becca is there waiting for me. I yell to her, and she grins.

"Where too, madam?" she jokes, faking a slight bow.

"The gas station nearby?" I suggest. She nods, laughing, and we take off. Soon, our feet become a blur of whizzing purple and black. Becca is more of a dark person than me. She has the classic skateboard, the bottom decorated with skulls and roses. She lines her dark brown eyes in different colors each day. I'm not sure where she finds all her colors. Today she's gone with the classical black. Her long black Asian hair is cut into layers, and so that it gathers like a V at the bottom. She's usually wearing black, or some other dark color. Judging by her looks, you would never be able to tell she was the sweetest girl ever. She may have a strong personality, but she had a heart of gold. I'd known her since forever.

We arrive at the gas station, and pick up two sodas and a bag of chips. Not the healthiest, but who cares? There was time for health later. We sat under a tree in a small patch of grass and chat.

"So, do you have any plans this summer?" Becca asks me.

"Nah. You?" I say, munching on a chip. She shakes her head and gulps down half her soda.

"Did you know that Sarah is in Spain right now? She's there the whole summer," Becca caps her soda. I shake my head no.

"Well, we know who won't be asking us to hang out with her this summer," I joked. Becca laughs. I tell her about the neighbors moving in. She decided to chip in for the cow my mom was going to buy. I roll my eyes, dumping the rest of the chip crumbs in my mouth. After a few more minutes of chatting, we decide to head back home.

I part ways with Becca and turn back towards home. A large white truck is outside the house next to me, which I figure is the neighbors. There's another blue minivan, probably the family's. No big deal. Just some new neighbors. I think to myself, as I take a swig of my soda. That is, until I see the family. Then I nearly spit out my water.

My carefully planned summer was about to take a detour.