Summer Mist

Summer has always lived with her grandparents, but has never felt at home there. Her whole life seems to have been a lie, and she has never been able to open up to anyone. That is, until she meets Cameron, and all of her secrets begin to unravel.


1. Being Unique

I love the strawberry fields in the summer. I guess, this was meant to be - my parents loved summer so much they decided to name me after the season. I've always lived with Gran and Grandad, ever since I can remember. We live in their cottage in the Cornish countryside in literally, the middle of nowhere. I say that, but I do love it really. It's so peaceful, and I feel utterly at one with nature. Best of all, the landscapes are perfect for painting. Oh yes, watercolour painting; it's my biggest passion. That's probably why people assume I'm eccentric, what with the hippie clothing and long scarves. Almost everyone at school seems to think I'm one of the 'odd ones' in the year... well, apart from Kaya. She's not much like me. I'm not one to stereotype, but she's a bit of an emo. I suppose we were brought together by being loners. It does work - we sort of balance eachother out with my bright scarves and ribbons against her dark clothes and jewellery.

I've never been much of a people person, I prefer to be alone in a strawberry field, with a good set of watercolour paints. I think it's because I don't trust very many people. I've known that ever since my parents left me. Gran says I'm scarred for life, but to me it was just fate. Everyone else got to be loved by their parents, but I didn't. And that is that.

I walk into school on a Monday morning and arrive in my form room. My form tutor, Mrs Briant, smiles sympathetically at me as I sit down to read my book, alone, as usual. Her sad eyes seem to say 'Poor Summer, she could really do with some friends.' I'd be lying if I said that wasn't true, but it annoys me how teachers flit around trying to make students what they're not - we're all who we are, and no one can change that. Kaya wanders in, sees me, and her lips creep up into a slight smile.

"Hi, Summer." She says in a monotone voice, dumping her bag on the table next to mine.

"Hey. You alright?"

Big mistake. Kaya launches into a report of all the bad things that had happened to her that weekend and why her life sucks. I try to look interested, but I know that this is to no avail. My mind wanders onto my usual topic of thought: Love. I'm sure that you've guessed by now that I'm not exactly the admiration of all of the boys in Year 10. All of the guys in my year are too immature to see past the preconceptions everyone else seems to have about me. I'm not that much of a weirdo - I'm just not like anyone else. I'm an individual... I just don't understand why people seem to think that we should all be the same.

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