Summertime Sadness

Chapter One

Word count: 1285

Warnings: Language

Author's note: Here is the first chapter of my newest series! I'm very excited to post this, and if want to be added to the tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy!

The black graduation cap settled perfectly on the top of your head, and you pulled out your hair from the sides as you inspected how it looked. Your black dress was peeking through the top of your red gown, and your black heels accentuated your legs. You always wondered why your high school colors were red and black, it seemed like such dark and boring colors. But that's how high school was, boring. And dark.

You heard a short knock on your bedroom door followed by a high pitched voice asking to come in. You turned the knob to see your little sister staring up at you. Her name was Bri, short for Brianna, and she was fourteen. She was finishing up her last year in middle school, and she was nervous about going to high school next year, but she had all summer to continue worrying.

Summer. Summer started tomorrow. You usually loved summer, but this time it was different. This was the summer before you started community college in your little hometown of Bexley. It was probably the definition of suburbia, but you didn't mind it growing up. Especially because you were only minutes away from Columbus.

"Do you ever wish you did high school differently?" Bri asked you as she sat on your desk chair. She spun around in circles until she got dizzy, she was sometimes very immature for a but that's what made you love her so much.

You loved your brother too, but he was older. His name was Johnny, and he was twenty-one. He was busy working most of the time, even though you weren't really sure what he did. Something to do with coding and computers. You enjoyed the time you got with him though because he always made you feel loved and safe.

"No, I think my high school experience was fine." You started to apply makeup on your skin, utilizing your very limited makeup skills.

"All you did was study, you never even went out and had fun!"

"There aren't a lot of parties in high school, that's a false stereotype." You started to think about your high school experience and wondered if you would have enjoyed it if you did something different. It's not like you had a bad time. You had a close group of friends and a best friend. Her name was Mariah, and she was a cheerleader. You didn't play any sports, instead, you dedicated your time to yearbook and studying.

You were part of the full IB program at your school, and you tried your hardest to graduate with a 4.0 GPA, but the one B you got in your advanced US history class sophomore year screwed that up for you. You were known as the girl who was always studying, but why was that such a bad thing? You had friends, you had good grades, and you were happy. You started to wonder if you were really happy, or if you have yet to feel what true happiness is.

"I want to go to parties when I'm in high school, and I want to kiss lots of boys," she snickered. You shot her a look.

"Don't end up like a little slut."

"Don't slut shame" she spoke sternly. "We need to empower sluts!"

"Whatever." You shook your head.

"You're just annoyed because you haven't even had your first kiss. You know, I thought with you liking boys and girls that it would give you more chances to have your first kiss."

She had a point.

"I'm waiting for the right person." You always were jealous that your little sister had her first kiss before you, especially when she was so young.