The bell rang. Everyone shouted in joy. Why? BECAUSE IT WAS FINALLY SUMMER! Siena, my best friend, and I walked out of class to my car. "Okay so tomorrow, we're making my mom let us go snorkeling." I told her. We both squealed.
We were planning on having the best summer ever! Be jelly. It felt like a billion degrees in California. But that was perfectly normal in May.
I dropped Siena off. (Picture Siena as beautybysiena. If you don't know who that is google her lol.) I made my way to my house. I walked in and set my stuff on the table, taking a sip of my tea. "Oh good, your home." My mom said walking in the kitchen. "Yeah?" I said. "Get packed we're leaving for England tomorrow." My mom said. I choke on my tea. "WHAT?" I asked. "We're spending the summer in a town house in England." She said. Oh my Jesus. Not only did I have to leave, but I had to spend all summer with my FAMILY? Kill me now. Please. I'd seriously rather have 14 shots in my ass.
"Can't I just stay at Siena's?" I asked. Trust me, if you knew how embarrassing my family was, you'd be in my position.
"No. Your going to England and that's final." She said walking away.
I groaned and stomped to my room. "I WAS GONNA LET YOU STAY IN THE TOWNHOUSE MOST OF THE TIME BUT SINCE YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ATTITUDE YOU WILL LEAVE THAT TOWNHOUSE." My mom shouted.
I slammed my door and screamed in my pillow. Can this some get any WORSE? I Skyped Siena. She picked up on the second ring.
"Sup bitch." She asked.
"Nothing much, slut." I told her. This is how we greeted each other. Don't ask.
"So what did your mom say about snorkeling?" She asked taking a sip of water.
"I HAVE TO SPEND THE SUMMER IN ENGLAND." I told her.
She choked on her water. "My reaction as well." I told her.
"What do you mean? Can't you just stay at my house?" She asked.
I shook my head no. "My mom is forcing me against my will." I told her.
She groaned. "Well so much for 'the best summer ever'" she rolled her eyes.
"Tell me about it." I said. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.
On the upside, at least I could vlog there. I began to pack my stuff and listen to music. "DINNERS READY." My mom called. I walked downstairs. I took my place at the table. "We leave for the airport at 5. So be on time, Thomas." My mom said looking at my brother. Every time we went on a family trip my 12 year old nightmare had to lock himself in his room because he was tired. Seriously, that kid is a pain in my vagina.
We ate dinner silently. Afterwards, my mom wanted to talk to me. "Yes?" I asked. "Try to enjoy yourself." She told me. "I'm going a billion miles away from my best friend for eight weeks and you want me to enjoy myself? Seriously mom?" I snapped. "WE TRY TO MAKE IT THE BEST FOR YOU KIDS! AT LEAST ACT HAPPY." She shouted. "Mom, I'm right in front of you. There's no need to yell. I'm pretty sure you can just talk." I told her. "You know what! Your grounded as soon as we get back from the trip." She told me while pointing her finger at me. "Gladly." I walked off to my room. I finished packing. I took a shower. I left some clothes out for the flight.
The was going to be one lovely summer. Note the sarcasm.