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eight;

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chapter eight:
summer breeze and palm trees;
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"Violette Anushkah Larkin, hurry up! You're wasting too much time." I hear mom shout from outside my room, making me roll my eyes as I do a shimmy to fit inside my skinny black jeans.

Sometimes, my mother gets really worked up whenever I take too long to get ready; But I mean, she doesn't even have the right to keep telling me to hurry up, she takes way longer than me when it comes to getting ready. I swear, she takes all day trying to match her whole outfit, saying that it should be "on point" at all times. I don't know what that means but I do know that she sounds stupid saying it. Don't even get me started with her hair. God, you basically have to wait through a millennia before she'd finally finish gearing herself up for the outside world. She can be a total-

"Violette! Come on!" I groan, sprinting across my room, shoes in hand, as I hear her whine.

Can someone please shut her up?

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I shout back, quickly running a hand through my hair, examining myself infront of the vanity mirror one last time. I grab my last bottle of perfume, spraying what's left of it all over my upper body as I close the door behind me. I probably have to snoop through mom's things soon and resupply.

I place the bottle inside my satchel, together with a few of my travelling necessities and some bags of chips. I step into my shoes as fast as I can, sprinting while trying to readjust my feet inside my worn out combat boots. A huff of air goes through my nose as I make my way to the living-room, seeing her lean against the couch, waiting for me with both hands resting on her hips.

"I'm ready." I try to say as enthusiastically as I can, smiling widely as I grab my sunglasses that's been sitting on the coffee table.

"Where's Newt?" I ask, brushing my bangs off my face.

"He went out with his friends, picked him up a while ago. He'll probably be back tonight."

"Oh."

"Well, come on." She says, nodding as she grabs my hand. I roll my eyes, allowing her to drag me across the room and out of the door. We step out of the luxury of our air-conditioned hotel room and out into the humid and blazing atmosphere of the outdoors, the lock clicks automatically after us as we leave.

"Where are we going anyway?" I ask, my mood completely sour now that she basically made me get ready in 5 minutes tops. 5 minutes is enough for you to go mad with all that whining and shouting for you to hurry up. I jog up to the car, hopping right in as soon as I hear her car keys click open the door. I wish we could take Dad's old pick-up truck that's back home; It may be old but it's got a great air-conditioning system, unlike this convertible Mom loves so much. I am so not in the mood for some major sunburn right now.

"Okay, first of all, I know you hate secrets but this one's going to be a good one, so hold on. And second of all, could you stop being such a buzzkill and lose that attitude of yours?" I groan, clicking my seatbelt on as she scolds me. Again. I slouch on the seat, my feet on the dashboard. Mom swats them away almost immediately though, so I didn't have much time to relax and get myself comfortable.

"Seriously, Vi. Don't ruin the good mood." She says sternly, starting the car.

"And don't put your feet on the dashboard. I just got this cleaned." She adds, tapping on the steering wheel. We make it out of the underground parking lot of the hotel and into the streets of San Diego, the sun blaring down on us. We've only been here for two days yet all I want is to go straight back to Miami. If I had known this is what I'd get for flying all the way to the west cost, I'd rather just stay at home and mope around.