Summer Reading Jenn Mckinlay Novels & Stories

♤♤JAKE’S POV♤♤ “I miss you, though. How’re you doing?” she asked. “Fine,” Keith replied. “How about you? It’s boring here without you.” “I’m okay. I’ll be back home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.” “I hope so. Is college hard?” Summer let out a sigh. “So far? It’s been… okay. My lectures start tomorrow. How’s eight grade?” “Aside Mrs. Langford, it’s fine. Guess what? Owen finally has a girlfriend—”

Chapter 6 Eliana Maxine “Anyway, enough about me. What’s everyone doing this summer?” Mica asked, stretching her legs out on the carpet. I let out a dramatic sigh and flopped back onto the cushions. “Mine’s going to be absolutely thrilling. I’ll be home, binge-watching K-dramas and reading books all summer long.” Cassie snorted. “Of course you will.” Gladz grinned, nudging my foot playfully with hers. “At least you’re consistent.”

Merina MacGregor, now going by the name Summer McNeil, sat eating lunch with her friend, Ana Davies. They knew each other from boarding school. Since then, they’d confided everything in each other. Summer glared at her food as she stabbed her salad. She brushed her short, dark hair away from her cheek. “I don’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the guy I remember. He’s a complete asshat for a boss. It’s been a week, and he’s a slave driver.”

Summer still stung Mckenzie. Mckenzie was so furious that her heart was beating fast and she couldn't utter a word for a long time. She just kept patting her chest to stabilize her breathing. Seeing Mckenzie’s chest rising and falling violently, Summer stopped talking, as she thought it inappropriate to continue stinging Mckenzie. "Mr. Morgan, it’s about you and Grace now." Summer thought to herself that since she had already said those bad words, she had better say what she wanted to say once and for all.

“But I still want to talk to Uncle Mike a little longer,” Mia said, leaning her adorable little face close to the screen. “This summer, I want to go catch fireflies at Uncle Mike’s place.” “When summer comes, I’ll take you there if I have time, okay?” Miranda said, gently coaxing her. “Be good, Mia. When summer gets here, have your mom bring you out to my place and I’ll take you around, okay?” Mike added softly.

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.

Chapter 1749 Summer huffed, "Have you seen anyone wearing a jacket for such a grand birthday party? That doesn't suit my taste. I'm not wearing a jacket! I want to be dashing and beautiful!" Joanne could clearly see Braylon's mouth twitching slightly like he was trying to hold back something. Just then, Catelyn came over. As if she had found a backer, Summer quickly ran to Catelyn. "Cat, tomorrow I want to go back to the Mason Chateau with you. I don't want to stay at the Atherton Manor!"

Your sister will fight to at least go to school till Thursday they have a field trip to the capital. Mackayla did turn on some music and her voicd dropped "Momma do you remember back when we talked in June and I told you that I had two guys asking me out? 'Oh don't tell me you actually took my advice.'” Blake froze a bit at that was the truth going to come out.

“Old women here still call it by name. Tidewalker. They say it remembers blood. And it remembers when to come back.” A gust of hot wind rolled through the parking lot, carrying the smell of the ocean. Even a mile inland, it stung like salt. Jake swallowed. “And it’s a heatwave this week.” Sarah didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. The forecast on his phone said 98°F by Thursday. Across the lot, the cove glimmered under the sun. Too still. Too quiet. Suddenly there was an outburst, a good number of students hurrying out of school, all of them moving in one direction toward the lower fields. Voices overlapped — half questions, half panic.

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