Crusin' On Vacation

Prologue| I'm Not Ready.

Finally writing another book that is not YouTube Madness lol btw thank you for the reads on that!

Oh and lemme know if you relate to Ava.

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I HUFFED, throwing the shovel away. It was no use. I didn't even get why I bothered anymore. My little cousins had already buried the necklace deep inside the soil. And they'd got Cody, the golden retriever, to dig the hole up, because heaven knows that they can't dig that big of a hole on their own, even if they were practically monsters.

I was going to get in trouble because of this. My mother would make sure I regretted it. I didn't even know what I was thinking.

Declan was going to get it the most. He was literally 21, and yet instead of stopping the little monsters, he contributed to the mess I was in.

What was I thinking? It wasn't like Ashton would notice me because of a simple necklace. Sure it was pure gold, but I wouldn't want Ashton if he only wanted me for my parent's wealth.

The worst part was, I didn't even think he knew my name. Even after our little hookup last night. No, there was no sex. I'd just been an idiot and given him my first kiss.

Somehow in this mess, my cousins got hold of the necklace I had worn to the party last night, and buried it in this hole. Not only that, but they had also ratted me out. My mother now knew I had snuck out to go to a high school party, when I was still grounded for underage drinking. Again, thanks to my cousins.

High school wasn't over yet. All I'd done was finish my junior year of high school. In September, I'd be a senior. I was looking forward to it, because so far, high school had been a living hell for me and I couldn't wait to get rid of it, once and for all.

From getting bullied for having braces in my freshman year (which was stupid if you asked me, but they finally came out in my sophomore year) to my health teacher always keeping an eye on me, because he'd gotten word that I was a narc from an anonymous source, in my sophomore year – I didn't even know where these rumors came from (he was eventually fired, because turns out, I wasn't the narc, but some senior was. The school found out he dealt drugs.Ironic, I know), and in my junior year—where my hormones sufficed the most—my raging crush on Ashton Dickinson. The hot new kid, who basically stole my first kiss to prove himself to "the boys". I guess the saying was correct. The male specimen was horrible.

My shorts were now stained with dirt, and so was my shirt. I'd ditched my gloves a few minutes back, because they made me uncomfortable, and for some reason made the shovel slip from my hands occasionally. I considered myself a very lucky person, because I hadn't dropped it on my foot. That would have been tragic.

I felt irritated. I was itchy and dirty. I hated being this way. It always found a way to have me triggered. It didn't help with my anger issues. And no, I didn't have OCD.

Well, maybe I was, I didn't know.

My mother would always say I needed to loosen up, but I would always say that always led to destruction and death. Look at where acting carefree got me in my junior year. I cleaned the Cafeteria for a month straight, and was an acting lunch lady as punishment for pulling numerous pranks. And that was just to get Ashton's attention.