Ok, here's the first chapter of a brand new story I'm writing. On my other one I'm in a terrible case of writer's block, so I won't be posting that right now, but here's this. This story has no name, no plot, no meaning, no point, NOTHING! I simply wrote it when I was feeling bored, and, thanks to a little help from Jooge, it took off. Hehehe. It's kinda weird, but I'm enjoying it. I have NO idea where it's going, but it'll be fun. Here's chapter one.
"Stevet! Stevet! Hurry up, will you?"
Sixteen year old Stevet grabbed her big sunglasses and pushed them up onto her her head, sweeping her blond hair back. "Coming! Just a second, ok?" She opened her closet, and searched for her purse, she found it, then rushed down the stairs, dragging her heavy suitcase behind her. Waiting at the bottom of the staircase in the living room was her Mother and Father, both of them toting bags and cases.
"Ready to go?" asked her Mother, smiling and swinging her leather purse over her shoulder.
"You bet!" answered Stevet with a grin. "I've been waiting for this all winter!"
"Lets get going then." said her Father, opening up the front door, into the sunny yard. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we'll get there."
Stevet jumped up into the old red pickup truck that was parked in the driveway. She pushed her bags under the seat and buckled up. Her Father started the car, the radio blaring, and Stevet rolled down her window, letting in a rush of fresh air and sun.
"Let the annual McJoy family vacation begin!" said her Father, turning down the radio, and backing out of the small driveway onto the crowded street.
"Here we came New Hampshire!" cried her Mother "Good bye Boston!"
And the truck rolled out into the busy traffic, the engine roaring, Stevet excited and glad that summer had finally come. All winter she had been longing to leave busy old Boston and escape to the wilderness of New Hampshire. She was glad to leave behind all the cars and fuss and noise and get away into the country. It was going to be a wonderful summer.
Stevet's family had long ago lived in the country in New Hampshire, but they had to move to Boston when her Father lost her job. Luckily, somehow, they had been able to move to Boston without selling their little cabin in New Hampshire. Now it was their vacation home.
The car ride was a long one. Stevet lay in the back of the truck listening to some wild tune on the radio. She tapped her fingers to the beat on the side of the window. Somewhere between Nashua and Concord, Stevet fell asleep. She woke up hours later, the truck had finally stopped. running her fingers through her shaggy blond hair, she looked out the window.
Their cabin at last. She smiled happily, and opened her door and jumped to the ground. It was nearly dark.
Crickets chirped in the bushes surrounding the house, and the air was chilly. Stevet looked at the lake peeping from behind the row of trees, it lay still and glimmering, their dock jutting out into the water. This was home.
Her Father unlocked the door and let them inside. It was a little musty, but still very inviting. Stevet at once went to her bedroom. It overlooked the lake, and the big blue mountains beyond it. Stevet unpacked at once, and opened the windows, letting in the cold air. She sighed happily. Now it was like they never had moved to Boston.
For dinner, they fried chicken over a campfire. It was the best way to eat chicken, much better then anything you could buy. Stevet was tired after the long ride, and didn't bother to join her parents conversation about their plans for the summer. When her Mother went into the kitchen to put away the dishes, she came back holding an old photo album.
"Look at this!" she said excitedly "I found this is the cabinet, I forgot we had it here." She laid the old book on the table and began flipping through the pages. Stevet looked at the old pictures but wasn't too interested. The pages were full of people she didn't know, or, embarrassing pictures of herself.
Her Mother and Father gushed over each picture as if it were a measure, Stevet was amazed how they seemed to know everyone on the pages. She couldn't even recognize most of the old family pictures. Far into the book, almost on the last page, one photo did catch Stevet's attention.
It was stuck between a picture of herself licking a giant ice cream and her cousin jumping off the dock. It was a photo of a young man and a motorcycle, the man was dressed as a usual biker, shaggy hair, jeans, and a leather jacket, and the bike was clearly expensive. The man was holding two guns, and looked like he had just fired them off, before posing for the picture. He looked like somebody her parents would never get to know, or be friends with, they weren't into motorcycles or that kind of stuff.
"Who's that?" asked Stevet pointing to the picture "Who's that guy?"
Her Mother laughed. "Oh my! That's an old friend of ours! Hunter. Hunter Price. He was your Father's best man at our wedding, you know."
"No! Really?" Stevet was shocked.
"It's true." said her Father laughing "Boy, it's been awhile since I saw Hunter. I wonder how he's doing. It sure would be good to meet up with him again."
You know..." said her Mother thoughtfully "Hunter didn't live more then twenty minutes away from here. If he hasn't moved, maybe we could meet up this summer..."
"That would be great!" said her Father "I'll try to find his phone number in the morning."
"Does he have kids?" asked Stevet, still surprised
"Probably." said her Mother "He got married just before our wedding." she laughed happily, as if remembering fond old memories "Hunter was a exciting man to say the least! If he has kids, no doubt they're just as wild as he once was."
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