Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Hoot, or the setting.
Chapter 1
Most people spend there summer with their friends, or they just chill around, or they might go on vacation; but of course I can't be like most people. My parents decided to go on a around the world trip, and guess what, they decided not to take me! Why wouldn't they want to take me? Ok, maybe they wanted to have some alone time, and maybe they where going to do adult things, but I mean really, an around the world trip! Instead of spending time in London, Africa, and all those other places I'm going to go spend my entire summer with my Aunt Lily. She lives somewhere in Florida, Palm Tree Cove…. Coconut Lane... oh I remember now! She lives in Coconut Cove in Florida.
Ok, I know this doesn't sound that bad. I get to go down the sunshine state for a whole summer, and the only down side to it, is living with Aunt Lily. But believe me if you knew Aunt Lily you wouldn't want to go down there either. Aunt Lily isn't just my aunt; she's my great aunt. She's like eighty years old, and has horrible memory. Last time I visited her she thought I was a three-year-old boy! I don't know how she thought I was a boy, or how she thought I was three!
Right now you might be thinking I'm a tomboy, but I'm not. I don't act like a boy, and nor do I dress like one. So yes, I have long hair. I'm not a girly girl either. I'm someone in the middle. I care what I look like, I like shopping, but I also like some sports, and I have a few guy friends, but they aren't that close. So I'm someone in the middle leaning more to the girly girl side.
This still doesn't sound that bad, but how many fourteen-year-old girls do you know that would want to spend their entire summer vacation with their wrinkly eighty year old great aunt? You probably can't think of anyone, or close to no one.
"Come on Amanda. Your plane is going to leave soon. Are you even done packing yet?" asked my mom for the third time. She sounded a little more annoyed this time…
"I'm coming!" I yelled back. I looked around the room once more. I had my wheeled blue suite case on the floor, and I had my mother's old-fashioned brown leather suite case on my canopy bed. In my right hand I was carrying had a green duffel bag, and my left hand was busy fixing up my naturally straight brown hair.
"Amanda! We have to go! Hurry up!" My mom sounded even more annoyed this time. I knew it was a matter of time before my mom would come up here, and drag me downstairs. I quickly looked in my mirror one last time. I was wearing my slightly faded jean shorts, and a yellow t-shirt. My straight brown hair looked fine, but my light brown eyes were bloodshot, nasty. It was probably because of my contacts. I just got contacts five days ago, and I still wasn't that used to it. "Amanda, you better get down here in three seconds!"
"I'm coming!" I grabbed my stuff, and ran down the stairs, and ran right out of our front door without glancing at my mom. I rushed into our car, so my mom would hopefully forget to yell at me.
"Did you remember you contact stuff?" my mom asked.
"Yes," I replied sounding more annoyed then I was.
"Did you remember to bring enough clothes?" My mom started asking me this long list of items that she thought I might have forgotten. I looked out of the window most of the way. Good-bye Massachusetts, hello Florida.