~Chpt 9~ School's Out Its Summer Time

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Shooting pain through my temples. I grabbed a pot, and filled it with cold water. I put it on the stove, and turned the burner onto it's highest setting. Within minutes, the water was boiling. I turned it down, and put my face over the pot. The steam pouring into the air, and rolling off my face.

Lia walked into the house, and tried to make it look like I was doing something other than boiling my face.

She just looked at me weird. And she went into the family room. Probably to talk to my dad.

**a minute or 2 later**

Lia walked past me. "Mmmmhhhhmmmm. Nothing happened." I said to her over the top of my mug that said "I <3 1D"

"Shut the fuck up." She said, and went up the stairs to her room.

**several weeks later**

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Could today be any longer? Could the clock go any slower?

15 more minutes of the last day of school. 15 minutes until 3 month freedom. 15 more minutes of hell. I saw that Lia was talking to Hayes and his friends, and heard some of their conversation. I moved to a closer desk to hear better. (I am such a bad boy. Eaves dropping on my sister's conversations with my friend).

"Oh, well if you don't have any plans, Nash is throwing a party weekend, he said I could invite some friends, soo . . ." Nash said smiling at my sister.

"I would love to go! You know . . . If you don't mind." Lia smiled.

"I would love for you to come!"

"But only if my brother can come. You know, he's not very good a at making friends."

That's it. I turn around. "I HEARD THAT"

Hayes looked at me and laughed. "Yea, Collin can come."

"Deal." Lia said, like I was being auctioned off.

THE BELL FINALLY RINGS!!!!!

**on the bus**

Lia threw herself into the seat I was sitting in. "So how was your day?" She asked. "Have you talked to her yet?" She smiled.

"Yea. We were talking in Algebra, when you and Hayes played goo-goo eyes."

She blushed.

"We'll, she's coming over later."

"Ooh. Ok"

We both took out our headphones, put them in, and jammed out until we got home.

It is finally . . .

Summer time . . .

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