A Summer To Remember Book の小説・ストーリー

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

Once Don and Claire know we have not returned, they will get Grandpa for help. I stretched to ease my aching body. I sway my hips and bend my back to give it a crack. Sleeping on banana leaves over sand isn't exceptionally comfortable. I used Rex's arm as a pillow, which probably made him sore. I never knew sleeping on the ground could be this uncomfortable. I think Rex has no issue since he experienced it once. I wonder about the others. Logan, Liam, and Seth share Rex's experience. Effie and Lily, I'm most concerned about this since this is their first time. Terry probably had the experience as well, since she travels a lot, and sleeping on the ground isn't the worst thing she's done.

The vehicle comes to a halt at an old cottage downtown the Engativa district, within close proximity of the El Dorado international airport. A couple of hours later she regains consciousness. Ouch! She massages her temple. Hoping her head will stop throbbing. Where am I? Everything is slow and blurry. Staring at the lucid sky through the Aluminum window of her small apartment is the last thing she remembers. The rigid surface she is laying on adds to the weariness. Her eyes open reluctantly, she looks around perplexed, and the surrounding isn't familiar. Heavy breaths elude her. No, no, no. My papa. I can’t be away from him. Her hands and legs spasm.

Tabitha looked disgusted, “to burn it, silly girl. That book shouldn’t exist. If you don’t believe me, you can watch me burn it.” “I will. But I don’t even know where this Helena is or how to kill her. I don’t even know why this all happened to me and why and if it made me kill people. I need your help to remember more, Tabitha. You need to do that weird thing where you go inside my head again.”

Is that really the kind of person you think I am? I didn't look at him. "Back then, Mount Ashen wasn't this dangerous. There weren't constant blizzards. "If the rescue team had arrived in time, Maya would still be alive. She'd be twenty-seven now. Maybe she would've found the love of her life. "Or maybe, just like she used to say, she would've stayed by her parents' side forever so we wouldn't grow old alone." "Stop talking." Jayden roared, shoving me through his tears. "I said stop. I already apologized, Sonia. Do you understand that the living matter more than the dead?"

I nodded after staring at her blankly for a long while. It was true that she had a very good memory. All the things inside the box were indeed Daryl's favorite items. She could remember everything about Daryl for life, it seemed. However, I was just a passerby in her life, someone she could just keep in her memories for a short while before I was kicked out. … Bridget and Daryl returned the next day at noon with huge smiles on their faces. "Do you remember how we used to skip classes in high school just to get to that barbecue joint by the beach? You even tore your pants while scaling the school wall and had to lie to our homeroom teacher that a wildcat scratched you instead."

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

Bethany's expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical. Though it was the height of summer, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather's sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.

The skinny girl standing before Summer was one of those who were bullied. Summer glanced at the notebook before her and noticed that the girl was nervous. "These are the main points that I've summarized for the finals. They might help you." After that, she hurried away with her head lowered. Summer thumbed through the notebook and found a name written at the bottom right-hand corner of the first page—Lindsey Verte. She suddenly remembered something when she saw the neat handwriting. On one of the Christmases in her past life, she'd found a note between the pages of her textbook telling her to hurry home. She'd asked her bodyguards to immediately pick her up because of it.