What would've happened if the summer had gone differently?
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The Summer of Crellie.
Chapter 1
He left me. For Wasagea Beach. Great.
Needless to say, I wasn't exactly looking forward to the summer of my 17th year. No boyfriend, best friend in Europe, and no summer job. I was looking at a whole lot of boredom, free time, and no cash flow here. And I definitely was not expecting what I did do that summer.
It was a normal, Canadian, 4th day of Summer day. My apartment was barely warm, but my fan was whirring around like crazy and my tank top was pasted to my skin with sweat.
I felt like a regular princess.
My princessy self lay on my bed, hands propping up my head, watching the blades on the fan swirl round and round. Occasionally, I would stick my hand out to hear the funny noise it made.
That's when I thought, I need to actually do something today. I'd already eaten the whole tube of cookie dough, a tub of Ben & Jerry's, and my entire secret stash of ketchup chips, and I was out of comfort food. Yup. I decided. I'm going to get out of this apartment today.
I dialed Marco's cell. "Marco?"
"Hey, Ellie."
"Listen. I need to get out of the house today. Got any ideas? Wanna see the new incredibly stupid Clown Academy?"
"While mindless film has always been my thing, El," Marco started, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm taking summer courses and class starts at 3. But I'm meeting Paige, Hazel, Jimmy, and Craig at The Dot later, if you want to come."
"Uh..." Ellie hesitated at the thought of spending an hour with Paige and Hazel. I'm going to get out of this apartment today, she reminded herself. "Sure. That sounds...great."
"Fantastic! Meet you there four-ish?"
"Yeah. Tell Paige and Hazel I can't wait!"
"Ha-ha, Ellie. Oh! I'm gonna be late! Bye!"
"Yeah, see ya."