Summer and Lessons In Love

Chapter 1

If you are chasing something or someone that means its running, which comes to the point that there are two types of people in this world, chasers and runners. I'm a chaser.

Senior year, and my last chance for the perfect high school relationship! I'm pretty sure I'm the only girl at Crescent High who hasn't been in a relationship. I've never even had one of those cute adorable toddler boyfriend and girlfriend relationships, where they get "married" by the playground structure and then ultimately get "divorced" two days later. All my friends have been in a relationships, but me and its awful. Sophomore year all my friends had boyfriends and they would come and sit with us. They would all cuddle and do all that couple stuff that makes others feel intrusive and SINGLE VERYYYYY SINGLE. I felt like a 7th wheel, well I was a seventh wheel. Emma had Gabe (they broke up junior year), Maggie had Karson (still together), Kalani had Hugo (broke up but are talking as of now), and then me Summer single from the day I came out of the womb. The closest I've ever come to having a relationship was Junior year when Elliot Waterman asked me to the homecoming dance and then attempted to make out with me inside a janitor closet next to the gym, it was awful. It felt like I was kissing a slobbery dog, and the worse part is that it was my first kiss! I had it all built up in my head it was going to be amazing, when the slow dance music would turn on Elliot would ask me to dance and I would gracefully accept and then halfway through dancing he would pull me closer by the waist looking deeply into my eyes and we would kiss slow and hard, then we would break apart and I would rest my head delicately on his chest while we danced, just like in the movies! In hindsight I realize how naive that was. But this year, this year is going to be different. This year I will get a boyfriend and it will be fantastical wonderful and amazing, it will be a like a fairytale whirlwind romance, the type you read about in books...

"BOOKS I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO DO MY SUMMER READING ASSIGNMENT!" I shout for the whole neighborhood to hear me.

I jump out of bed and run to my substantially large bookshelf next to my desk on the other side of the room. My room is my safe place. I love my room, 8th grade my parents let me redo my room as a birthday gift. Pre-safe place wasn't even really a safe place more of a room made for a third grader obsessed with princesses and giraffes. Weird combination, I know. My room had, and still has white walls with flower and vine patterns painted at the top near the trim, I kept my walls like this because, well I love it! My room is now a beachy/boho style with a full/queen bed and white bohemian style tassel bed sheets and my favorite pink, white, and yellow surfboard hung above it proudly for everyone to see, to left of my bed is my dresser and to the right is my reading nook with my bay window that has built-in bookshelves and a comfy cushion where I like to spend my time, across from my bed is my desk, another bookshelf and my closet. I desperately search the self for a book I've read before that matches our summer reading requirements. I end up finding NOTHING. I'm in shock, I've loved to reading since 5th grade and not a single book from my extensive collection matches the requirements, of course just my luck. 5th grade me would not be proud. I rush downstairs still in my white camisole and pajama pants covered in cartoon giraffes.

"Mom!" I yell running down the stairs "Do you have any books that match this description!" I shove the summer reading sheet in her face as she's cooking us my family's traditional first day of school chocolate chip pancakes.

She glares at me "Summer do not tell me you forgot to do your reading assignment."

I smile coyly "Mom I love you so much, and you know I'd never do anything purposefully stupid." I say with pleading eyes

"Summer Knight Pavia." She warns

"Fine!" I say "Yes Mom, I forgot about the assignment!"