The girl down on the right is Lena Asplund
The average winter here in Svelvik was the type of winter that everyone disagreed with a love hate relationship. It was the type to force you to breath into your hands, making them clammy and cold, only to repeat the process a few minutes passing because the cold had taken over again. You love the way it looked with the snow on the ground. Then again, as your face numbs, your hands cringe and a shudder of chills is sent down your spine, all you long for is long gone summer sun.
"Found them!"
I looked at my mother as she handed me my bikini. She bent her head towards mine, "Now Lena Asplund,what are the rules about boys this holiday?"
"Ha-ha," I said, grinning "Dates must be in crowded public places. If he wants romance? Tell him to read a book."
Mrs. Asplund smiled proudly at her daughter, "Lena I'm giving you 10 minutes, then were heading to church, so Pastor Duncan can pray for your safety this summer."
"Really mum, it's not like I'm leaving the country and never coming back."
Mrs. Asplund rolled her eyes "Lena your a child of god I'm not having any discussion with you." Before Lena could respond, Mrs.Asplund had left the room.
As Pastor Duncan, continued speaking about the teenage sins that will be exposed this holiday -- why was it taking soooo long?- Lena kept her smile in place and resisted the impulse to touch her long, blond, wavy hair. Since her mum had told her that it was rude for a young lady to fiddle with anything including her hair, while a pastor is speaking or preaching. Nor was she totally comfortable in her beige ruffle dress her mother had picked out for her.
"So Lena your mum tells me tells me your going to Hersonnissos this summer."
"Yes, my friend Laureina from Spain owns a yacht so we decided to take it to Hersonnissos."
"Oh I see," Pastor Duncan said, "Lena you have reached the age where you start thinking about boys and partying. However do you know, Hersonnissos is one the most famous islands in Europe , for it's wild parties. Each summer thousands of teens and young adults vacate there. Looking for sinful ways of having fun."
Great, Lena thought with a sigh. There's no way this pastor can change my mind, I'm seventeen. For angels-sakes. "Pastor, it's so sweet of you to care, but I must leave now and continue to pack. Seeing as I leave tomorrow at 7 in the morning."
Pastor Duncan looked at Lena in shock along with her mum. "My child we haven't finished yet," He spoke as he rested his hands on Lena's.
Ignoring his sorrowful shocked face, Lena stood up and left the room. Soon later her mother followed her with an embarrassed expression covered on her face.
"Lena, I cannot believe you just walked out of the pastors room, without being excused." Mrs. Asplund whispered as she dragged her daughter out of the church.
After a 30 minute long car ride, full of arguments between Mrs. Asplund and her daughter. Lena ran up to her room to finish her packing.
That night as I tried to go to bed, my heart was in my throat. Only 10 hour till bikinis & towels, soaking up the sun. And maybe just maybe some summer romance..
