Novel & Cerita Summer Stories

He doesn't want to be judgemental, but a few of them might be delinquent from appearance. He took the liberty to watch from above, his mind wandering who those new faces were around. He hasn't gone outside in a while, the community lacks children playing outside and the nearest park is across the highway he doesn't have a heart to take a leap into. "Don't you think the coach is working us out early? Tomorrow's the practice match and this is a 3-week training camp." "I'll be skin and bones if we continue to run in this humidity." "I never liked Summer."

I reply with a wide grin and squeeze her unhurt knee. “Thank you, that is sweet of you, and I appreciate it.” she kisses my cheek before taking a sip of her wine, “So what brings you here for the summer?” she asks. I turn to look at her, and she is watching me, “I needed to get away from my hectic life.” I shrug. I didn’t want to go into detail. “Maybe we can keep each other company this summer?” she suggests, “Yes, sounds perfect. And once you feel better, we can swim in the lake.” She used to love swimming in the lake.

“I’m sure you and Jessie can get in plenty of beach time over the next few days. Just like old times.” Aiden laughed, for the first time that morning feeling carefree and in her element, elated at the sheer luck of the timing. All of them, Jessie, Mitch, herself, and some other long time friends had practically made a career out of life by the shore, taking full advantage of Adelaide’s cottage being right on the water with its own private little stretch of beach, and grateful for every moment. It could prove all too easy to fall back into that breezy rhythm. “Keep talking like that and I might have to extend this trip into the whole summer.”

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.

But I wasn't about to miss out on a few extra minutes with him. The sun beat down on the black asphalt as we worked our way through the rows of cars. “Is summer like this in Paradisa?” I asked. Freddie looked around at the sizzling pavement, the screams of cicadas, and the rising humidity and shook his head. “Not at all. It's hot, but not like this. And our insects are a bit quieter.” I chuckled. “What kind of summer activities do you have?” He shrugged. “We ride horses, there's swimming, and the ocean is close.” He smiled, his eyes going distant. “We do bonfires on the beach. The water is always cold, but it's perfect after a hot day.”

“This is exactly what I needed. Ari, we have to survive this summer, chaos and all.” I laugh, treading water beside her. “Survive… yeah. I think we can handle it.” And Gavin? He keeps swimming beside us, quiet, controlled, with just enough presence to remind me that summer isn’t just about chaos. It’s about currents, about tides, and maybe… about noticing someone without even trying. Finally, dripping and laughing, we climb out of the water, shivering slightly as the sun dips lower behind us. Eben and Josh are still shrieking and shaking water everywhere, while Gemma and I wring out our hair the best we can, laughing at the mess.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.

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. --**--

Those moments in the utility closet were the last I saw of him. My friends and I spent the summer basking in the sun, grilling, and playing in the backyard. We would have some plan or another every weekend, everything from attending concerts to holding water gun tournaments—in which Betty eventually arose as the undefeated champion—to barbecues filled with the scent of smoked meat and cold beer. All in all, it was an idyllic summer; late nights catching fireflies in mason jars, reading in shafts of sunlight, sewing in my little attic room.

THE SUMMER FESTIVAL Callie The town looked deceptively harmless dressed up for the summer festival. String lights arched over Main Street, glowing soft gold as dusk bled into night. Booths lined the sidewalks—handmade jewelry, fried dough, lemonade stands run by teenagers who didn’t know or care that reputations were being shredded three blocks away. Laughter drifted through the air, mingling with music and the hum of too many conversations happening at once. Normal. That was the lie.