The Curse of the Seasons

LANASummer seriously is the best time of the year, in my opinion at least. I mean, what is there not to love? Sitting in the sun on a deck-chair, soaking up the sun with a cola in one hand and a book in the other... sheer bliss.Drip! Drip! Drip!I shrieked and launched myself at my oldest brother who had just ruined my perfect morning of tanning, the jerk!"Daniel! You're such a freak!" I growled in frustration, wiping away the water he had dripped all over me before sitting back down.He grinned evilly at me for a split second before he pulled on his "innocent" face and looked down at me with those big blue eyes which so many girls have fallen hopelessly in love with.Daniel is probably the perfect combination of our parents with our mother's blue eyes and flawless skin and our father's dark hair and broad shoulders. He could have been classed as tall, dark and handsome if he were just a few inches taller. Instead he has to settle for medium height, dark and handsome – not that the

RHETTI slammed the car door shut, reveling in the sound which seemed to break through the deafening silence in the quiet neighbourhood. There were no sirens wailing as police sped past, no babies crying, no dogs barking at passers-by and no couples screaming at each other – in other words, it wasn't the city.I hated it."Thanks." I muttered to the taxi driver as he handed me my suitcases.I paid him and watched him drive off into the sunset before I turned around and faced the haunted house where I'd be living for the next few months – or until my mother decided to pull me out from under my father's rule. I glared at the large, spacious building – a literal mansion painted white with green ivy painted onto the east wall. Yeah, my father couldn't even take care of real ivy! I was surprised that the neatly manicured hedges managed to survive my father's "care," although I suppose he had a gardener or five to look after them for him."Home, sweet home." I muttered again, swinging my ba

LANAI'm sure the slap had hurt my hand more than it had hurt that jerk... it stung like crazy! My heart beat furiously within my chest and I wished that I'd punched the idiot instead of just slapping him. I was going to apologise for my brothers... But suddenly I was glad I hadn't got to that!It was going to be a long summer with him living next door... but hopefully I'd be able to avoid him like the plague."Fingers crossed." I whispered into the darkness before I spun around and went back inside.I had just started to climb the stairs when I heard my mother call from the kitchen, annoyance staining the tone of her voice."Yeah Mom?" I answered as I entered her domain, leaning up against the door frame.Mom looked up at me and waved me over to the kitchen table where she sat organizing her special cutlery into its giant oak box, decorated with fine golden detailing."What happened?" she asked, not even bothering to look my way as s

Lana Thursday. Two days before my party and already the house was in chaos with the preparations. One thing I can say about my family is that they like to do things properly... as in massive and elaborate. "You only turn eighteen once." my mother chimed whenever I complained about the amount of effort that was being pumped into the event. I couldn't say anything in response - to do so would just crush my mother to shards. Instead I put my head down and did as I was told, decorating odd areas of the house with candles and drapes which made the house look as if it had been launched from the scenes of the Great Gatsby. I suppose that's a good thing seeing that Gatsby was the theme of the party, the one thing I did choose in the event. Usually I would be over the moon with my party being so close... but one thing, or rather one person put a damper on the whole thing – Rhett Douglas. He had acted smug ever since he had rescued me from the clutches of my flat tyre and had held it over me

Rhett Why the hell I had kissed her, I had no clue. It was bad enough that I couldn't stand the female, but something in the way she had looked at me had put me under a spell of some sort and I had found myself pulling her lips to mine before I could think about the consequences. "You stupid idiot!" I muttered to myself as I soundly punched my pillow into submission. "She's out of your league to start with, and to top it all off she's a snooty bitch. You don't want to go there Rhett, remember that." It was easier said than done and I found myself dreaming about her. I tried to avoid her as much as possible up until her party, and even thought about calling and giving her some bullshit excuse about why I couldn't attend the lavish affair but that seemed too cowardly and I refuse to lose my balls t