When Summer met Kate
Chapter 1: Introducing Summer
Disclaimer: I only own the film!
I own: Summer!
Summer's POV
It all started a few days ago on Saturday when I was reading Vogue magazine.
"Summer, why don't you go get into your pajamas?" My mother says absentmindedly. "It's getting kind of late."
I get up without saying anything, and head toward the room I share with Rachel.
"Oh, and shower!" My mum calls as I trudge up the stairs. I could hear my sister in the shower, singing loudly once I got up the stairs.
"Oh, Honey, Honey, Hooney, I said Honey Honey Hooney!" She sings, in that wonderful, tone deaf, voice of hers.
"Rachel!" I shout. "You're not even singing the right words! And I thought you hated Justin Bieber!"
"I do!" She calls back through the door. "But his songs are just so catchy!"
I sigh. "Are you almost done? I need to get in there."
"In a minute." She answers, and starts to sing again. I sit on the bed and flipped the TV on to my favorite show; Grey's Anatomy.
It was a new episode, when Derek was just about to diagnose this young girl with a disease no one's ever heard of, when Rachel shuts the water off and opens the bathroom door.
She was wearing only two towels, one on her body and another wrapped around her hair. It was a short cut, her pretty brown curls fell down to just below her ears.
"Sis, get out. I need to change."
I turn off the TV and grab my robe from the closet door. I take a towel from the linen closet, and go into the bathroom. I turn the bath handles, (that was one of the many differences between us, Rachel liked showers, and I was thirteen and still take baths), and undress. When the bath fills up, I slide my skinny body into the tub.
Ahhh. The warm water envelops my skin, and I was instantly at peace. I shampoo my hair, use a drop of conditioner, and let myself relax a little longer before getting out. I unplug the drain and start to dry myself off. While I was drying off my back, I felt a dull pain, and I attempted to twist around and see why. I failed, so I stand on the toilet and peer into the mirror. I see a bruise, not that big, about the size and shape of a quarter. I recall hitting my back against a doorknob this morning, so I figure it's probably from that. I don't think much of it, and I finish drying myself off without a second thought.
But there's a thought tugging at the back of my mind that I just can't shake.
It was a week later, and the family was about to take a family vacation to the beach. The first since the time dad took the family there all those years ago. Rachel is taking up all the space in front of the closet, forbidding me to grab my swimming costume and change.
"Summer? What should I wear?" Rachel asks for the hundredth time.
"Who cares? Pick whatever you want!" I say as I shove past her and grab my swimming costume.
It wasn't until Jill comes into our room when I take my dress off and sees the bruise.
"MUM!" She screams as mum and dad come running in, dad declares that the vacation is cancelled and helps me get dressed again before we all rush out to the car and drive quickly to the hospital.