The Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

The pristine cream was smeared and dirtied by shoe soles. Laura, who had just turned eighteen, hadn't even taken a bite of her cake. My mom wanted to argue, but she was escorted away by security. Inside the banquet hall, you could still hear a few middle-aged men lecturing their daughters. They were Laura’s friends. Quietly, William and I watched from the sidelines, and no one knew our involvement. "Are you happy?" William stared at me charmingly with his large and bright eyes. I nodded and slightly pursed my lips, saying, "Very happy."

She exchanged a look with Isaac before turning to me. "How ... was ... your ... summer ... Tru?" She spoke slowly, overemphasizing her words as if she were speaking to a three-year-old. If I was pink before, I was cherry red now. "Geez, Phoebe, she's not an idiot!" Isaac reprimanded roughly. "Can't you see her summer was very good to her?" His big brown eyes locked onto mine like radar, and I couldn't look away as he began to sing an old band boy tune, low and magnetically. I could almost see waves in the air pulling me toward him.

Lucille Summers was beautiful. She carried with her an elegance that gave her an ethereal charm. At present, she sat across from me in a white dress. She had no makeup on, and her eyes were rimmed red. "Penelope, I know that I have wronged you. But the baby is innocent…" she said as she gently caressed her baby bump. She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes.

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

Suddenly, all these favorite dishes of mine seemed to taste like ash. Setting down my cutlery, I gazed right at George and ignored the stabbing pain in my heart. Then, I said in an icy tone that I had never used before, "George Sunther, who gave you the right to make that decision for me?" With that, I no longer had any appetite and left for my room. I decided I was moving out tomorrow. Through the door, I could hear the sound of George's phone ringing. "Don't worry, Winnie, I'll get Mary to agree. You just need to focus on becoming the most beautiful bride in the world. I believe in Mary's feelings for me. She's just throwing a tantrum now, so I simply need to mollify her a bit more."

She will definitely be a star beside me tonight. "You are really the best, Elise! You turned a pauper into a princess." I tapped Elise's shoulder. I can't help but smile. Yvee is so beautiful tonight. "And you, my little fairy, let's hurry up. The cameras are waiting for us." I grabbed Yvee's hand and walked outside. "Just smile when everyone is looking at you. Don't talk so you could keep your peaceful life after this. You get it?" I turned to her while I was driving. She is still not talking to me after her transformation. "Is something making you uncomfortable?" I asked her.

She smiles, hugging me even tighter as if she's not ready to let go either. After a couple of minutes, we say our goodbyes and I situate myself into the car, driving off with a heavy heart. Once I get on the highway, I play some music to lighten my mood and distract myself of what's to come. 'Cruel Summer' by Taylor Swift starts playing from my playlist. God, I love her so much. Thought, the song doesn't quite match the aura since it is Christmas. So, I change it to 'Midnight Rain', which brings me an unexplainable amount of comfort and relief.

I frowned at him pretending I didn't know what he was talking about "so what?" He glared at me and then asked. "Why the hell did you ditch me this summer?" I sighed knowing I couldn't lie to him so I decided to be as vague as possible. "I met someone during the summer and I thought it was love. He cared more about his reputation at school so I broke it off." As soon as I finished I heard a snap and I looked up to see the spoon Lucas was holding dropped to the table. It was broken into four different pieces and I winced at the anger in his voice as he asked.

I will hold on to that promise and hopefully, he won't break it. ~ Miss Pretty The Camping was the happiest moment she had with Thyago. They got to know each other better and they became more closer to each other but it is also one bitter and painful memory because she remembered he asked her to befriend Elena and even confide how he loves and adores her cousin. His response is what she agitatedly read then. Dearest Miss Pretty; I'm so glad you feel that way towards me. Thanks for appreciating my voice by the way...