Kidd Summers Novels & Stories

And when he is there, I also rest from the abuse my mom subjects me to. Oops sorry folks, I never introduced myself. My name is Summer Reynolds. I am turning 16 in two weeks and I am left with one year to finish high school. Well, worry not about the age because am what you all could call a nerd. When it comes to academics, I am the Queen. So that's why I'm ahead of my age mates. I live with my mom, dad, and two siblings. Warrior Levi Reynolds is my dad. Mom is Tina, Carla is my little sister and Lenny is my little brother.

"This guy helped us get out of the summer camp's basement." Their conversation about Deacon, the guy from Hilliard, continues once they found a suitable coffee shop. Now I understand why this person knows my name and keeps questioning me. Deacon Kline was one of the kids at summer camp. I'm prone to forgetting people, primarily if I've just known them for a short time. But I must not forget the one and only kid who helped us in getting out of that dark basement. Because of the basement, we decided to quit attending camp every summer.

Pitts teased, mimicking a sleeping baby by putting his palms together, tilting his head like he was dozing off. The children burst into laughter, and Paul, who was rubbing his eyes, also laughed as Pitts mimicked him. “Ella and Maxwell were champions of last summer; I wonder who is going to be the champ this year. Are you ready to find out?” Pitts shouted in excitement. “Yes!” The kids chorused Pitts liked to kick off the summer with a game, knowing it helped keep the kids interested in coming to class for the few weeks they had together. “The answer is ten,” Jordan said confidently, looking up from the book in front of him.

Summers. "Hey, Mr. Summers, this is Claire, the new student," Christy said "Hi Claire, we are happy to have you and your sister here. Go pick your s gym uniform out from over there, and then you two go change," he said, and I picked out my uniform.

Years Later The grand festival continued into the night, but as the celebrations waned, a quieter, more reflective scene unfolded. Amidst the joy and laughter, Aiden and Chloe found themselves watching their children, Alex and Mia, play in the castle’s expansive gardens. Alex, now a young man of seventeen, had inherited his father’s strong, determined spirit. He was tall and confident, with a sharp gaze that seemed to miss nothing. His interactions with the other children were marked by a natural leadership, a blend of kindness and authority that spoke of his future role as a leader.

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ We spent time at the Kennedy’s home with other classmates and friends. Merissa had drinks, music, and games laid out, swearing Maxine wouldn’t want her funeral to be “a drag.” She said Maxine would want it to rock, not suck.

Sandra said and summer jumped out from her back “Me” she smiled “Summer” CJ ran toward her aunt and hugged her “Hey sweetie, how are you?” Summer took a knee to talk to the little girl who was 8 “I am fine, what about you?” If we were talking about that manners, that little girl had it. “I am ok, I just missed you a whole lot” Summer said “I missed you too aunt summer” She said “What did I tell you about calling me aunt?” Summer asked as she pretended to be angry at CJ

I am optimistic that he will make a great dad someday. I slip my hand out the window as we are driving. Kaden and I are on our way to meet everyone. It is the weekly family barbecue. We are heading to Brent’s house. He offered to have it there since he has a shit ton of room out back. I was surprised when everyone else agreed to have it as his house. They like to keep it in the family, but since he and Kylynn are dating, they figure he will be family soon. I was surprised when Kaden told me to bring my bathing suit, but then he explained that the pool at Brent’s is heated if needed. Not sure if I will get in, but I brought it just in case. I smile as we walk into the house. I can he

“I’m Summer. Why didn’t you know my name? You are my dad.” “Daddy? Gideon, you have a child?” Gideon’s face was left with nothing but confusion as he stood right in front of Summer who was urrently looking up to face her dad. “No—I don’t know.” “Oh my…” The girl went on to face Summer and smiled. “Hi, baby. What’s your name?” “I’m Summer. What about you? We have the same eyes just like daddy.” She smirked. “Oh my God! Yes, we really do. You’re doomed, Gideon,” she jokingly teased her brother who couldn’t even move and think clearly. “Where’s your mom, baby Summer?”

As her mom, of course, I was delighted to see her captured adorably in print. She chases her pizza with a giant swig of soda. “I’m famous,” she says, wiping her mouth before she sets her cup back down enthusiastically on the table, reminding me a little of Thor with a beer stein. Kadeem beams at her. “You’re famous,” he agrees. Next to me, Erbao pushes his plate away and looks across Kadeem. “We were hoping you’d come play with us over the summer. How come you didn’t?”