"Ten, nine, eight..." The clock was tic tac-ing. "Seven, six..." Couldn't it go any faster? "Five, four..." Almost there. Summer, come to me! "Three, two, one... SUMMER!"

It was as crazy as a football stadio. Pencils, notebooks, hats were thrown to the air. People shouted and celebrated at the top of their lungs that summer had finally arrived. The teacher had to cover his own ears to not end deaf.

"What time is it?" A classmate asked taunting us to answer.

"Summer time!" We replied. All I could think at the moment was that we were like High School Musical. Literally, the school pet was a wildcat, but we were Junior High.

"What time is it!?"

"The time of our lives!" We answered with more power on our voices. The teacher leaved the class running for dear life. If he thought that he was safe on the hallways he was very wrong, because you couldn't even pass through them right now. There were thousands of students and all of them went like crazy, trying to get to the exit on the search for freedom.

Summer meant everything for me, but it also was the best time of your life. It was sleepovers, hangout with your friends (and boys), no homework, no adults trying to make you fail each exam like our geography teacher. Every class we had with him he was like "Do whatever you want. Set the school on fire cuz I don't care" and the day before the test he was like "Shut up you piece of trash! And read the whole section cuz it comes on the exam tomorrow." Thankfully it was all over now.

I was not the smartest student, but I did have good grades. Or at least in music, french, grammar and some others. Geography was a living hell. I spent three hours per day trying to learn a bit, hoping my mind would cooperate and I would at least pass the exams. However I did learn some things, for example, at least now I know the Nile River is in France. Wait, that's wrong...

As my classmates began to leave, I quickly grabbed my stuff and threw it to my bag, leaving a mess. Then went running downstairs to my bike. My home was so nearby from school there was no need for a car. But over the way, I encountered the last group of people I wanted to see.

"Well, well, look who's here." Said a female voice. I glared at her. Her name is Chloe, she is blonde, she has curly long hair and green eyes, and she is the most popular of the school. Every school has her "Sharpay". She wore a red dress, a white jacket and high heels. She loves makeup to death. Right now she was with two of her friends and their boyfriends, who looked pretty tough. Honestly, she only had a boyfriend because she was the cheerleader. And why she was the cheerleader? To spend more time having a look on hot guys.

"Chloe." The group slowly began to surround me, and it slightly startled me. "Let me pass."

"Hmm... let me think. No!" She said and the group chuckled. I glared at some of them.

"What do you want?"

She chuckled. "Are you seriously asking me that? All I wanted since you arrived to this school. Make your life miserable, and now that classes are over, I have more time to spend with you! Isn't that lovely?"

"Oh sure, it's lovely how you have a boyfriend today, and one tomorrow after you've done that with every one of them. You b****." Her smile faded from one second to another because she knew it was true. Her eyes grew large and her eyebrows furrowed. She raised a hand to slap me on the face, but I grabbed her arm and slapped her first. Before she could do anything, I threw her to one of the boys that fell on top of another boy and a girl and I took the chance to run. I grabbed my bike and rode away from them.

When I was far enough, I sighed in relief and smiled, it was the first time I did that. It felt good, because I stood up for myself.

Back at home, there was a note at the entrance. It was from my mother, her messages were always short but concise, and she had a beautiful handwriting.

My dear:

I went to the office since there's a problem on the system they wanted me to check it out. There's carrot soup for you on the fridge. Be back for dinner.

Love, mom

I sighed. It was the third time this month. My mother worked 6 days a week since we were four. My mother, my younger sister, my older brother and me.

Since my brother hadn't come back home yet, I looked for the copy of the key from the entrance door under our "WELCOME" carpet. When the door opened, I let the key slip from my hand and used my foot to hide it under the carpet again. My sister was probably watching a movie, reading, or with our cat so I went to the kitchen and served myself a bowl of soup. After that I also made the dishes,grabbed an unopened bottle of nutella and a spoon, and went upstairs to my room. To my surprise, there was my sister, reading one of my books on my bed.

"What are you doing here? And why are you reading my stuff?"

"Because I've finished all my books and I was bored."

"Did mom see you when she left?"

"Yeah, but I got nothing to do. And I've even fed Thomas a bowl of whiskas twice. He's getting fat,you know?"

"Do you already fed him?" I entered to my room and sat on the chair in front of my desktop.

"Yep, two bowls of whiskas. He's getting fat."

"If you didn't give him more food than he's supposed to have per day, maybe he wouldn't be." There was a "meow" and a round-haired grey mass with black stripes walked between my legs, purring and calling for attention. I rolled my eyes. "What do you want? You won't have more food until tomorrow. And don't even try the kitty eyes!" I said. He continued purring and my sister carried him on her arms.

"So," My sister said. "Wanna watch a movie with me?" My sister's name is Lucy. She is seven years old. She has brown eyes and hair, and reaches just below her shoulders. She usually wears dresses and or a yellow blouse and purple skirts, and a pair of tennis shoes.

"Anything but FROZEN." I replied. If there was a posibility to watch that movie again, my head would explode for hearing "Let it go" for the hundred time.

"Hey, don't judge! You like to watch Gravity Falls!" That was something I couldn't deny. I loved that show of mystery, although it was a cartoon. But who says it wasn't awesome?

"So what? It's not like every epidose they sing irritable songs. It's completely different." I excused myself and gave my back to her, turning on my laptop.

"Mom says it's a cartoon for kids." She said and I groaned.

"Leave me alone."

"Fine." And with that she leaved along with Thomas, closing the door with a loud and noisy BAM! I flinched at the noise and shook my head before grabbing my headphones and readied to spend all the afternoon hearing music. About 20 minutes later there was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" There was no answer. I shrugged and continued doing my things when suddenly someone tickled me at my sides. "Dallas! N-No! Stop! Ha ha ha!" I gave a few kicks in the air and laughed so hard we even fell to the ground, and I ended on top of him, and unintentionally got the air out if his lungs. He groaned.

"...admit it was fun..." He said breathless, lying at the floor with open arms.

"It wasn't." I said as the color returned to my face instead of the purple I was now.

"C'mon sis, I saw you laughing at the top of your lungs! Do not deny you didn't enjoyed it!"

Dallas is my older brother. He's twenty years old. He is blonde with his hair almost white and he has ice blue eyes. He wears a white t-shirt, a dark blue leather jacket with a red and white stripe on the sleeves. He wears black jeans and converse, and he wears a golden chain with a tooth, which has carved a 'D'. I've asked him a few times what kind of tooth is that one but I always forget.

"I didn't." I sat on my chair again and he got up. He used his hands to cover my eyes. "What do you want Dallas?" I snapped.

He moved his head so I felt his breath on my ear. "You know what I want babe..." He whispered at me and I moved him away. I hated when he talked dirty.

"Then go and look out for Rachel." Rachel was his girlfriend, but she was just 17.

He dragged me still sat on the chair away from the desk, making me unable to keep typing on my computer. Then he turned the chair around so I was facing him, he carried me bridal style and then just fell to the bed with me on his arms. "Give me what I ask, and nobody'll get hurt." He said in a threatening tone, but in a low voice.

"Okay..." He smiled, when I suddenly grabbed a pillow and hit him right on the face with it. He rolled over my bed and fell to the ground.

"Oh, it's on!" He said with a grin. He threw me another pillow and I ducked, grabbing another pillow from my bed and throwing it to him. It hit his shoulder, and he returned it to me, right on the face. He laughed at me, and I took the chance to run and tackle him to my bed again, tickling at his sides with my fingers. He was trying to move away my hands but he couldn't get them off.

He moved one of my legs, making me lost my balance and fall on top of him, but this time I was too tired to move myself. "You give up?" He asked me, and I replied with a hug and said something to him. Although my voice was muffled because my face was against his warm chest, he guessed my words and replied with a smile.

"I love you too, sis." He said. He only called me sis. It was a thing between us, I called him Dally. hugged me tightly before getting up. "Hey, would ya let me some?"

I rolled my eyes, I knew what he wanted. "But outside please, unless you want to set the house on fire."

"Pff, I'm not that stupid." He said as he walked towards my drawer and looked for a box.

"I really doubt it." I muttered.

When he found what he was looking for he said "Gotcha." I turned at him just to confirm he found it and yes he had. He held in his hand a package of cigarettes. "Be back at night." He left.

Dallas smoked since he was sixteen years old. He always gathered with a gang of his at nighttime and they would smoke, go to a bar and drink, go to parties or whatever they wanted to do. It was nothing too serious that would require the police. They called themselves "Dragon Riders". Every once in a while they had rumbles with other gangs such as "Dragon Hunters", "The Outcasts" or "The Berserks", and I wonder who decided those names or where do they come from.

Mom was different with each of us. With Dallas she was soft, it was rare she would get mad at him. She did scolded him, but almost never punished him and if she "scolded" him, it would be a talk and that's it.

With my sister she was lovely to death. She would always have patience with her, always laugh at her jokes even if no one laughed at them and never scold her or punish her for anything. Not even the time she played with my cellphone when having a shower.

With me...I was a "special case", you could say it that way. Have you ever watched BRAVE? If you haven't, here's a summary:

Princess Merida wants her freedom, Queen Elinor wants her to be a lady and forces her to marry. The suitors compete on the games fro her hand, but she stands up for herself and causes chaos. Mother and daughter fight, Merida runs away and encounters a witch, who Merida asks to change her fate by changing her mother. She turns her into a bear instead, and together they turn the Queen back to normal, mending the bond torn by pride.

But why am I telling you this? Because my mother and I kinda have that relationship. My mother wants me to be perfect and I want to be myself. But this does not end here. She scolds me for everything, and always is telling me what to do or what do not. If I do something she's like "You shouldn't have done that" and if I don't "Why didn't you?"

After spending the afternoon hearing music, I went to my sister's room and found her watching a movie, just that she wasn't watching what I expected, it was something different.

"Lucy, what ya doing?" I asked.

"Watching a movie." She replied without turning to face me. I deadpanned.

"Which one? That doesn't seem like the one with the snowman and the reindeer."

She shook her head. "It isn't. This is a movie about dragons."

I raised my both eyebrows in surprise. It wasn't common that Lucy tried something different from what she liked, I wondered why of a sudden she did. So I laid besides her on the bed and grabbed a pillow.

"Why are you seeing this?" I asked curious.

"Dunno. I just turned on the t.v. five minutes ago and saw this on the screen, so I thought, why not?"

I found it weird at first, but then just shook it off and watched the movie with her. Maybe it could be interesting, I thought. And it was. At the end of the movie I liked it more than the series of Gravity Falls.

My mom arrived one hour after and we had dinner, then we went to sleep. I almost couldn't sleep because the movie wouldn't stop spinning over and over my head, until I finally decided to get some rest and closed my eyes.

I had a dream about the movie. It was about me living the movie and meeting the vikings, training with dragons, flying, it was awesome.

I woke up at the middle of the night. My clock and said 11:55 p.m. I groaned, it was not even tomorrow! But now I felt like I wasn't going to sleep because of been thinking of that wonderful dream, it was the best dream I ever had since 5 years ago. I thought about it. Was this movie so wonderful, for the first time in five years I had a dream instead of a nightmare? Did I really loved it that much?

I turned around and stared from my window at the beautiful sky full of bright stars. I saw a shooting star pass. I gasped and immediately closed my eyes, then made a wish. When I did, the clock said 11:59 p.m. I yawned and decided that it was time for me to rest, because tomorrow summer began.

04/05/16: I decided to re-read this and I decided to change some things, besides adding some others. Hope I did good.

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Scout017, out.