So here it goes, my computer decided to completely erase every document off of my hard drive during an update. I kept all of my stories, fanfic and original, on it and my ideas for each chapter. Now, they're gone and I had two chapter updates for my two fics already established, fallen angel and alice out of wonderland. So since I basically have to rewrite all out my chapter plots and remember word for word my chapter updates. I decided to take a little break from those two and start backing up my fics and original stories. So I'm sorry and I hope this new fic will tie you guys over until I can fix everything. So enjoy.

Ps- I cried for an hour when I could recover my work, so don't hate me too much.

Summary: I don't have a summary for this one as of yet. But please read and comment. I would appreciate how I'm doing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't sue me.

That Summer:

Introduction

I live in Hell, but others know it as Palm Lake, California; a pretentious town filled with over privileged, egotistical individuals or those who choose to wear a mask of denial. They are the people who play little rolls in the world surrounding them: Stepford wives, cheating husbands, and substance abusing adolescences. I've been forced to reside in this hellhole for twelve years; twelve years away from happier memories and love, where I have to call the two individuals I resent most mom and dad. They have no interest in knowing who I am, but shape me to who they want me to be. The only silver lining I can find in this situation is that they don't parade me around like a show dog and give into my whims and needs, just as long as I do not embarrass them and I have practical reasons for what I want (ha, practical for them is when you catch another person wearing the same attire as you at a party and demand an entire new wardrobe. Anything fibrous and shallow as that is practical and reason enough.). So when they heard about the neighbor's daughter getting knocked up at fifteen and sending her away to live with the grandparents until the said bastard child is birth and put up for adoption, they lavished me with every piece of superficial material a teenage girl could ever want; however, I traded those things in for something more meaningful. So here were are, on a flight to small town Georgia, a place I love to call home.