My Summer Story Novels & Stories

I went in before Toby had a chance to catch up. Walking through the crowd of students all rushing to find their lockers or friend groups, I got little snippets of other people's conversations. Becca Sanders’ brother died in a car crash over the summer, something I had heard about on the news already, Nelson Mcdonald went to India on vacation, Pete Day got arrested and Poppy Jones was sent to summer school. It sounds like everyone had their own stories to share. Good, as long as I could keep my real summer stories to myself, I didn't really care.

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.

Summer was attempting to kill herself. Luckily, Summer still stepped on the brake and slowed down the car speed at the end. Otherwise, Adrian would have left this beautiful world just now. “The Summer I know is not a bunny, but a young fox who drinks blood.” James frowned and said, “My family members attempted to kill me once. My body was covered in blood, and I almost died. Usually, most people will be afraid, especially people like Ms. Summer, but she was not afraid when she saw me. Do you know what I saw from her eyes?”

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

Summer shook her head as in disbelief as she rubbed her cheeks like she always did when she was frustrated. "Autumn literally asked me not to fight with you but you are so infuriating I can't help myself. Who are you? What happened to my brother? How could you do that to her?" If she didn't want us to fight she wouldn't have told you about the bet. "It was a stupid bet I made with some friends that I could make her lose her virginity to me, but it's not like I forced her or something. She could have said no but she had her eyes on me since then but I dodged that bullet when I left her that night." I say and Summer drops her bag on the chair as her hands tightly grip the chair rest while star

She had to take precautions before it happened, and be prepared for everything. “Glad to know.” As if thinking of something, Summer looked at Daisy. “Mom, I am thinking of moving to Nokocola Bay. I heard it is a beautiful city.” Knowing that she was still sad, Daisy did not stop her, but sighed softly. “Relax yourself there. Tell me and your dad if you need money.” “Okay…” She gave a smile. The next day, Summer brought her luggage,and hopped on a high-speed train to go to Nokocola Bay alone. She did not want anyone to see her off. She disliked such a farewell scene.

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

"Of course! I know their whole love story! Every night, when Daddy tucks me into bed, he tells me about how he and Mommy fell in love." I sat there in a daze, staring at the photo frame on the coffee table. Inside was the first picture Malcolm and I had ever taken together. I had pursued him for three years, from high school all the way through college. At our high school graduation ceremony, Summer had teased me relentlessly and pushed me toward Malcolm. She winked at me, signaling me to move closer so we could take a picture together. Malcolm had refused at first. When I accidentally brushed against him, he had even discreetly dusted off the spot where I'd touched him.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

"To quote a certain slutty teacher in a story by my favorite author, I'm making you attend summer school." [End}