The Start Of Summer
The house had been unusually quiet since exams ended. No alarm clocks. No rushed breakfasts. No textbooks spread across the dining table like battlefield maps. Just silence. Bethany was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spun lazily above her. Summer break had officially started. One semester left. Just one. And then high school would be over. It felt unreal. A soft knock echoed downstairs, followed by the sound of the door opening. She didn’t think much of it until she heard her dad’s voice. “Jake! It’s been a while. What brings you here?” Bethany’s eyes widened. Jake? She immediately sat up. Downstairs, Jake laughed lightly. “Dad sent something for Uncle. Said I should drop it off myself since I was coming this way.” “Well, that’s good. You never visit unless t
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