My Summer Story Novels & Stories

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

I said slowly. " Yeah, Twaine, " my aunt breathed thinking I was in her side, I was till mad. This whole event suddenly reminded me of what my momma had done to me some years back. I had gone to some summer camp for a week. The camp was fun and good as we went hiking, did mediation and danced Around the fire. We had tried hiking Kilimanjaro mountain and I had gone around buying gifts for everyone including my mom and siblings. " This is the best day of my life," I had texted her happily but didn't mind receiving a response.

I probably look crazy to anyone looking at me, but I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I look around. I swallow back happy tears as I think back to the beginning of the summer. My only friend was Charlotte. I worked all the time and didn’t know what it was like to find a family outside of my own. My eyes skirt over the people that I’ve gotten to know as summer passed by. Some I’m closer with than others, but they’re all people who contributed to the best summer of my life. Charlotte, Jude, Beck, Margo, Emma, Preston, Ryker, Camille, Winnie, Archer, all people I’ve grown closer to.

Fourteen Niccolo Capaldi The last time I had been to our summer home, it had been the summer before my senior year of high school. Dad took the whole family, including Daniela and her mother. We would spend the whole summer swimming, taking the yacht out, and having picnics. Here, I was a completely different person. There was something about Italy that made me relax a little more. And that summer, it had been particularly hot. Dad had been away on a lot of business trips leaving us alone to our own devices. Daniela usually spent most of the time helping out her mom with the house and the cooking.

Aria answered, “Well they are here for me and I will give them a show,right Summer” Summer grinned as Scar settled into the car. The gate was slowly opened, “Now,drive” Summer grinned and evil glint in her eyes as she drove forward,the car gaining speed per second,the reporters screamed, diving out of the way,as they drove past like a wind. “Woo hoo” Summer screamed as they drove down the road. “That was so cool” She exclaimed, “Should we go back and do it again” She asked clearly hyped up. “Don't worry the case is just starting,we will be meeting more,there might be a fight soon”

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

Summer didn't notice Mason's gloom as she grabbed his hand and ran toward a spot where the water lilies were blooming beautifully. Seeing how happy she was, all of Mason's frustrations faded instantly. "Summer, slow down. Don't fall in," Mason said instinctively, holding her hand tightly. Summer didn't know how to swim. She had told him she was afraid of water when she was young. That was why she could never get herself to learn how to swim. There were fireflies glowing in the tall grass around the farm. As Summer ran by, she startled a bunch of them into taking flight. The tiny glowing specks lit up the night, looking just like stars.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.

It was a very odd story but a helpful one in teaching children not to be afraid of asking questions. “I would not banish you. Never,” I assured him nonetheless. “OK. But do you hate her?” he asked. “Of course not.” I placed a hand on Autumn. “I love her. In fact, I’m here to take her back so she can come and live with us again. To build a happy family.” “OK.” “Wait! No way!” Summer had awoken a long time ago and it turned out that she had been eavesdropping on our conversation. “That’s our mum right there?” her excitement leaking through her voice. “Let’s go and meet her!”