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A Summer to Remember
Chapter 5
The next morning I was sitting at the kitchen counter, watching an episode of The Price is Right while Anthony made me breakfast. Anthony was my dad’s personal chef, and although I insisted on making my own breakfast, Anthony said he wouldn’t allow it. He only let my dad make his own meals when he asked. My dad had to go film some more interviews, so he was going to be gone the whole day.
            “So what are you planning on doing tomorrow night?” Anthony asked me as he cracked two eggs into a frying pan. They sizzled when they hit the surface.
            I muted the TV. “Why? What’s tomorrow night?” I asked him.
            He took little cubes of ham and sprinkled them all around the eggs. “Tomorrow is the fourth of July!” he exclaimed. “It’s my favorite holiday. I love all of the colorful fireworks,” he added.
           Right, tomorrow was the fourth of July. I had completely forgotten. I suddenly felt my heart breaking a little, because this was the first fourth of July that I wasn’t going to be spending with my best friend, Anna. Then I smiled to myself, imagining what it would be like watching the fireworks with James. 
            I looked over at Anthony, who was still expecting my answer of what I was doing tomorrow night. “I think I know who I want to spend it with, but I’m not sure where. Are there any special fireworks shows?” I asked him.
            He smiled as he started finishing up my omelet. “Why yes! There are fireworks launched over Marina Del Ray in between Fisherman’s Village and Breakwater. They are amazing,” he told me.
            “Perfect!” I said. I hopped up from my chair and ran to my phone. I went straight to James’ contact and hit the message icon.
Kayla: Hey James! It’s Kayla, from the airport (:
            I nervously waited for his response.
James: Hi Kayla! I was waiting for u to txt me. I wasn’t sure if u got the sticky note w/ my #.
Kayla: Lol, yeah I got it(: r u doing anything for the 4^th of July tomorrow?
James: Not yet..y? Do u want to hang out?
Kayla: Yeah! Do u want to go see the fireworks over Marina Del Ray? They start at 9.
James: Sure. My aunt and uncle live right near there. We can come back to their house and go swimming or whatever after.
Kayla: Sounds great(: I’ll meet u at the fireworks show at around 8?
James: Yeah, that’s good.
            Then I walked back into the kitchen to see my omelet sitting in front of my chair with a glass of fresh orange juice and a side of fruit waiting for me to dive in. Half-way through eating my omelet, I dropped my fork and my jaw dropped.

I had just made a date with James.
This summer was definitely going to be the best one yet.

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A Summer to Remember
Chapter 4
“That was a lot of fun, Dad,” I said to my dad when we got home from Universal Studios.
            “I’m glad you liked it!” he said back. “I’ll whip us up some ice cream sundaes. I think I remember your favorite flavor,” he said with a smile. He walked off into the giant kitchen and started opening and closing various cabinets in search of ingredients.
            I nodded my head. I figured I could just watch some TV. I went into the living room and sat down on one of the white leather bean bags and switched on the TV. An LA news channel was on. They had a picture of a new movie poster titled “The Summer Call” in the upper right hand corner. The reporter was a woman around twenty-five years old. She had bright green eyes and curly blonde hair. She was stick skinny, but was still chesty. I was jealous of her.
            “This movie is bound to be a great hit and will be premiering on Friday, July 17^th. And guess what? We have two tickets to the exclusive VIP screening, which will be occurring on July 10^th. Call in Tuesday morning at eleven o’clock to win these tickets! It is very exciting to announce that we also got an interview last Saturday with the director, Mr. Sam Anderly, himself ,” the reporter said.
            My jaw dropped open. Sam Anderly? Sam Anderly was my dad’s name. Two seconds later, my dad popped up on the TV screen in front of me and his interview started.
            “What is going on?” I asked, confused. I scrambled to get the remote, which I had dropped when they said my father’s name. I quickly turned up the volume.
            “So I think this movie will be very appealing to the teenage demographic. I’m thrilled for everyone to see it!” he exclaimed.
            Why was my dad on the TV? Why did my dad not mention that he was directing a new movie? Was my dad famous? I was so confused.
            I muted the TV and jumped up from the beanbag. I walked right up to the kitchen and charged in.
            “Dad, why were you on TV? You directed a movie? When did you direct this movie? Why didn’t you tell me you were directing a movie?” I asked.
            He looked up at me from the tubs of ice cream in front of him and sighed. He put the scooper down on the counter. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Kay. I really wanted to, but your mother and I thought it was best if you didn’t know. I was going to surprise you at the VIP screening,” he told me. “Shortly after I moved out here, my buddy Shane told me he was producing a movie and he knew I was looking for a directing job, so he offered me one.”
            My jaw dropped open. “Shortly after you moved here?! You moved out here two years ago!” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
            “Kay, I’m sorry, but I really didn’t want you going around bragging about it to anyone. That can get you into all kinds of trouble,” he said.
            I sat down on one of the kitchen counter stools, realizing he was right. “Yeah, that’s true, Dad. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I was just so confused,” I said.
            He smiled and started finishing up the sundaes. “It’s okay, Kay. And now since you know about it, you can invite a friend to the VIP screening,” he told me.
            My heart started beating as I thought about inviting James, but then I started having second thoughts. He might think I was some stuck up brat if he knew my dad was a big time director and we lived in a mansion with a house keeper and our own driver. On the other hand, maybe it wouldn’t matter to him. But what if it did? I finally decided.
I had to keep this a secret from James.
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A Summer to Remember
Chapter 3     
            “Have you figured out what you would like to do today?” my dad asked, suddenly appearing in my doorway. I looked over at the clock and realized it was already one o’clock.
            I had been fantasizing about what a day would be like with James. Then I realized that my whole summer can’t be spent with only one person. I faced my dad.
            “Can we go to Universal Studios?” I asked him. I had been to the Universal Studios in Florida, but never in California. I loved how every ride and attraction was based off of a movie.
            My dad smiled and put his hands in his pockets. “Sure thing, teeno. Let me change and we can get going,” he responded.
            He walked away from my door and I decided that I should change my outfit too. I was wearing an outfit that people typically would wear to an airport during the summer; a T-shirt with Soffee shorts. Then I realized that my Pumas were still out in the hallway, so I went to retrieve them.
            “What should I wear?” I asked myself, standing inside the walk-in closet. I pulled out a light blue Sugarlip. Then I grabbed a pair of Hollister shorts and got changed. I looked in the mirror and thought it was a simple and an appropriate outfit for Universal.
            Next, I had to battle my hair and makeup. I walked out of my bedroom and down the hallway to find the bathroom. Once I found it, I walked inside and was amazed at the size of it. It was the size of my bedroom back in New York! I really didn’t understand why one man would need all of this space.
            I braided my light brown hair into a fishtail down the side of my head and put on some waterproof mascara with blue eyeliner on my water line to bring out my blue eyes. I shrugged. “Good enough,” I told my reflection and turned off the bathroom light.

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A Summer to Remember
chapter 2 - part 2

Then I noticed a little door next to my bed. I walked over to it and pulled it open. Inside was a giant walk in closet with hangers ready for me to put stuff on.
            I ran back downstairs. “Wow, dad, my room is amazing!” I told him.
            He smiled, pulling a grape off of the bunch on the kitchen counter. “I’m glad you like it. So what do you want to do today? I could take you sightseeing through the mountains, we could go to the Santa Monica pier, or we could go to Universal Studios. Whatever you want,” he asked.
            “That all sounds great dad, but can I unpack first? I have a ton of things since I’m going to be here for two months and the sooner I can get it done, the better,” I responded.
            “Sure, I’ll bring your bags up for you,” he said. He walked over to my suitcases and brought them all upstairs at once.
            I followed him and then got down on the floor to start unpacking.
            “Kay, I need to go on a business call in fifteen minutes so if you need anything, press this button here and Annie will assist you,” he told me.
            I figured Annie was the housekeeper, so I nodded my head. He smiled and walked back downstairs.
            I started to take my clothes out one by one, fold them, and then place them into the drawers. Once I finished that, I decided to take everything out of my carryon as well. I unzipped my Coach tote and dumped it all onto my bed. The last thing to fall out was a pale yellow sticky note.
            “What is that?” I asked myself. I picked it up and unfolded it.
Kayla,
            It was awesome meeting you and we should hangout sometime. Since we’re both going to be here all summer, why don’t you text me when you’re free? 516-504-7717.
James
I couldn’t help but squeal a little as I danced around my room. James was one of the first guys to notice me, and accept me for who I was, even when I had makeup smeared all around my eye. My smile stretched ear to ear. I ran across my large bedroom and grabbed my iPhone 4S. I copied James’ number into my phone.
            My finger hovered over the message button as I debated whether or not to message him right away. I tossed my phone on my bed. “I’ll text him tomorrow,” I told myself as I did a belly flop onto my bed.
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A Summer to Remember
chapter 2 - part 1

The limo started to slow down and my heart started pounding. I couldn’t wait to see what my dad’s house looked like.
            “Okay,” my dad said, “you can open your eyes now.”
            I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the light. I unbuckled my seatbelt and knelt on the seat to get a better view. His house was huge. It had white stones outlining crème colored cement walls. Above the door was a beautiful white balcony that glistened in the sunlight.
            Carlos came around to my side of the limo and popped open the door. I hopped out and stared in awe at the house.
            “Wow Dad, how do you afford this place?” I asked him.
            He shook Carlos’s hand and then turned to me. “Like I told your mother, my job really took off. Plus, I live alone, so I’m not paying as much for electricity or water,” he explained.
            I nodded my head. Carlos brought my bags over to my side. “Here you go, Miss Kayla,” he said to me.
            I smiled. “Thanks Carlos!” I exclaimed, putting my fist out to him for a fist pound. He awkwardly obliged then walked back to the limo. I shrugged and looked back at the house.
            “Ready to go inside?” My dad said, pulling the house keys out of his pocket.
            We walked over to the door and he unlocked it revealing the inside. The floor was made out of white marble and there was a white swan-shaped fountain sitting right in the foyer. I looked to my right and saw a huge flat screen TV with chocolate brown couches and white leather bean bags. Then to my left was a dining room with a long mahogany table covered in a burgundy table cloth.
            “Your room is up the stairs to the left and the first door on the right,” he told me.
            I ran up the stairs in excitement. The door was closed so I slowly opened it. I first noticed that the carpet was white, so I slipped off my Pumas and left them in the hallway. I took a step in and looked around the room. My comforter was a dusty rose color and another huge flat screen TV hung on the wall across from it. To the side was the newest version of the white colored Mac laptop sitting on a white nightstand. I stood in the doorway just amazed.
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A Summer to Remember
chapter 1; part 4 - 15 faves for chapter 2?(:
I watched all of the luggage go around the carousel. There were all types of suitcases. Small bags, big bags, multi-color bags, and I even saw a cardboard box. Finally I spotted my suitcases and started to panic. My suitcases weighed a ton, and I needed my mom to help me get them out of the car, let alone a spinning carousel.
I looked around and spotted James. I ran over to him. “James, can you help me grab my bags, they’re the pink ones right there,” I pointed to them as they passed us.
“Great, now I have to wait another whole lap,” I said.
James wasn’t saying anything so I turned around. He was gone. Just my luck. I walked back over to where I was standing before and then I saw someone walking with my suitcases. James was rolling them towards me.
I raised my eye brows and smiled. “Thanks James!” I said, taking the handles. “I thought you just left me,” I said, and we both started laughing.
Ten minutes later, while James and I were leaning up against the wall, I saw my dad. He was looking around for me, but there was a ton of people in the room, so I decided to walk up to him since he clearly couldn’t find me.
“Dad!” I yelled and ran into his arms.
“Hey kiddo,” he said to me, squeezing me into one of his famous dad hugs. “I missed you. We have a lot of catching up to do! I have Carlos and the limo waiting outside,” he told me.
I looked up at him. “Who’s Carlos?” I asked.
He chuckled. “My driver, kiddo,” he said.
He has a driver? I heard him and mom talking on the phone about how his job had taken off, but I didn’t know it had taken off to the point where he could afford his own driver.
“That’s so cool dad!” I said. “But can you stop calling me kiddo please? I’m fourteen,” I told him.
He smiled. “Sure, teeno,” he said. “Let me get this,” he said, pulling on the handle of my suitcase. “Ready to go?”
I turned around and saw James wasn’t against the wall anymore. I looked out of the doors and saw him riding away on his skateboard and then it registered in my mind. He already had his bags with him and he wasn’t even waiting for a ride. He was just waiting with me.
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I'm never embarrassed
to be seen in public with my
parents, because I know
they won't be here forever.
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Chapter 1 ; Part 3

James and I talked for a long time on the plane, but I started to get tired so I fell asleep with my head against the window. The next thing I know, my shoulder was being tapped on.
            I rubbed my eyes and looked at James. “What? Where are we?” I asked him.
            He started laughing so hard that he wasn’t able to tell me where we were.
            I smiled, trying to go along with it. “What’s so funny?” I asked him.
He pointed at me. “You just smeared your makeup all around your eye,” he told me.
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. I try so hard every morning to make sure I don’t look like a raccoon when I apply my makeup, and then I just mess it all up by rubbing my eye.
“Oops,” I said, brushing it off with my index finger. “So where are we?”
James pointed to the TV screen in front of him that showed a map of the United States and where the plane was throughout the flight. The little plane was directly over Los Angeles.
I couldn’t believe I slept for four hours straight on a plane. I was so excited to get to Los Angeles, but nervous to see my dad, and upset that I wasn’t going to see my friends.
“Hey, are you okay?” James asked me.
“Please place your chairs in their upright positions, fold up your tray tables, and fasten your seatbelts, we are preparing for landing,” the flight attendant said over the loud speaker.
I smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then the plane started to dip below the clouds and I looked out the window for the first time during the flight. I could see the blocks, outlined in little squares. The houses looked like mini marshmallows.
“Wow,” I said.
James turned and looked out the window with me. “So who are you meeting here?” James asked.
The plane was closer to the ground and we could make out the buildings now. “My dad,” I told him. “What about you?”
“That’s cool. Do you remember my dad in the elevator? Well, he’s on a business trip here to LA and my aunt and uncle live here, so he’s making me stay with them. But he needed to get to LA fast and the only plane tickets available for his time slot were really expensive. He never wants to bust his wallet, so he just bought me a cheaper ticket on this plane,” he explained.
I nodded my head. “What about your mom?” I asked him.
He looked down at his hands, which were folded in his lap. “She passed away last year from cancer,” he told me.
I felt terrible. I felt like my heart was breaking. I felt so bad for asking. “James, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry,” I responded.
He smiled a little out of the right side of his mouth. “It’s okay, but thanks. So, what’s your dad’s place like?”
I never even thought about that myself. What was his place going to be like? “Honestly, I have no idea. This is my first time visiting him,” I said.
“Oh, cool,” James said.
The plane started to shake when we hit the ground and we slowed to a stop. We were finally here and the sun was shining bright.
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