The End Of Summer

CHAPTER 3

You want to know the most frustrating, irritating and ironic thing about this entire story though?

I wasn't even mean to go to the Riverbank Riot this year. I genuinely was going to skip the party for the first time since I was 13 years old. My parents had announced about 2 weeks before that we were taking an unexpected trip to London to stay with my grandmother for a week.

I was really excited.

I only really got to see my grandmother on holidays because she lived quite far away, and I am being genuinely serious when I say this, my grandmother was a hero amongst simmer frame owning heroes.

Seriously, she was 78 years old and still insisted on playing Ring of Fire every Christmas day and doing Tequila slammers on a Friday night with me when my mum and dad had gone to bed.

The woman could probably outdrink me on a night out in Vegas. She was an absolute legend. So you can understand why I wasn't too bothered about missing

the party, it would be there next year so I was happy to skip it so I could spend a week with a woman who owned a free bus pass as well as a beer bong.

Frankie, my best friend, was pissed off though.

When I broke the news that I wasn't going to attend the Riot with her this year, no word of a lie she went b***h f*cking crazy. At first, she tried to tell me that if I tried to leave, she would s***h the wheels of our family car. Then she told me if I didn't go to the party, she would start a rumour that I had both a v****a and a p***s. When none of that fazed me, she resorted to a mixture of daily begging and death threats.

I think she was finally coming to terms with it though because she had reduced the pleading text messages to only 4 a day, which before was in the double figures. Frankie was a very interesting character. We had basically grown up together. This was a small town so everyone has known each other since we were still learning how to control out bowel movements.

We instantly became friends since our first day at little school, and we've just been together for all those years. We were pretty similar, like one person really.

I mean if Frankie drank a can of coke, I would burp it out. That kind of close. A gross kind of close.

You know you've got a keeper of a BFF when you feel comfortable enough to take a bath while the other one sits on the toilet keeping you company. And sometimes washing your hair when you can't be bothered.

I swear though, neither of us were lesbians.

They were assholes, but men were still our main choice. Anyway, Frankie was a very....blunt girl. She was stunning, blonde hair to her shoulders, a heart shaped face and a body that many guys would put into the wank bank for sure.

At first glance, she looked like your typical girl next door. And then she opened her mouth.

I'll give you an example of the type of girl she is. We once had to do a play in Drama class of Romeo and Juliet, only we could change it to make it modern. Do you know what Frankie did when it came to performing the final piece?

She turned up wearing a leather dress, a whip and handcuffs and tied the guy playing Romeo to a chair, claiming it was showing Romeo and Juliet in a modern 50 Shades of Grey world.

She got suspended for 3 days because of that stunt, and spent the 3 days hooking up with said Romeo. That pretty much sums up Frankie in a nutshell. She was crazy, but I loved her like she was my own family because she basically was.

We matched up well.

Most teachers have actually said we were a schools worst nightmare because one delinquent has found its soul mate. Like Bonnie and Clyde, only we both had v*****s and didn't hook up. We both though that was a really cute quote to be honest, although I don't think it was meant to have that impact.

Anyway, getting way off the subject, I wasn't meant to attend the party this year. Due to some unforeseen, very unfortunate circumstances though, I ended up going.

Let me explain what happened.

It was Friday; middle of summer and the sun was shining high in the sky. I was at my house, packing because tonight was meant to be the day me and my parents left to go to my grandmothers for the week. It was just me and my mum in the house as my dad was at work.

If only the little bastard really was where he said he was, this might not have happened.

Well, it would have still happened, I just would have been getting drunk with a 78 year old instead of slap bang in the middle of it.

"Honey, do you have any idea where my car keys are?" my mum asked as she walked into my room, her eyes widening as she sees the mess.

"Holy crap, was there an earthquake?"

"Ha-ha, very funny mother. No there was not an earthquake; it's not even that bad." I said, stepping over the mountain of shoes in the middle of the room in order to throw another jacket into my suitcase.

"Maybe if you were applying for."

How Clean is Your House. She muttered, looking around the room in horror.

Okay, it was a pretty big mess, but I had to figure out what I was going to bring for the week, and the only way to do that was to lay everything out and choose.

Naturally, I went for the pigsty approach when it

came to packing. My mum shakes her head, turning away from the mess.

"Have you seen my keys?"

"I can't drive. Why would I have seen your keys?" I asked her, still throwing things into my case. Jesus, it looked like I was packing to immigrate.

My mum sighed. "That means Sandra still has them!"

I looked up at her with a confused expression.

"Why the hell does she have your car keys?"

"Her car broke down and she had to go and do the food shopping yesterday so I let her borrow the car." she explained.

"Is that even legal?" I wonder out loud. Are the Henderson's insured on our car?

"She was only going to the shop, don't be such a cop about it."

My mother dismisses my question. Yes, this is my parent. A teenage girl stuck in a 42 year old housewife's body.

"Seriously, I know you guys are close but lending her your car? You won't even lend me the car."

"That's because you don't have a license."

"S0? I'm your daughter. You should give me what I want." I tell her, trying to keep a straight face.

She glared at me, also trying not to laugh. "It's not like you haven't borrowed the car without asking anyway..."

Before I could stop it, a smirk rose to my lips. "Me and Frankie wanted pizza. The busses weren't running after 11." I tried to defend, remembering that night very clearly.

I thought my dad was going to have a seizure the vein on his forehead was so big from anger. My mum was pissed, but she saw the funny side to it now I've done my punishment. You mention it to my dad however, and he still goes a slight shade of purple.

He looks a little like a mixture of Barney the Dinosaur and The Devil.