Ira's POV
"But Mom! I don't wanna spend the Summer with him!" I whine as my mom packs her bags. She is going to New York for a business trip and decided to ship me off to my dad's house. "Oh quiet whining Ira. It will be fine," My mom waves me off, not even looking up at me. "Why can't I go with you to New York?" I ask, still not wanting to go to my dad's house. "I'm sorry sweetie, adults only, but you'll have a blast with your father!" She says, still not looking at me. "But-" "Ira Christine Higgins you will be spending the summer with your father and that is final! Go start packing you leave tomorrow," She orders, finally looking up at me.
I scream in frustration and stomp off to my room, angrily throwing things into my suitcase. It's not that I don't like my dad, I love him, but hanging out at his place listening to him bring home tons of different girls every night does not sound like fun to me. Plus, I was supposed to go on a date with Michael Rodgers, the cutest boy at my school in a week, and now I have to cancel. This sucks!
"Ira! Come down here, your father is here!" I groan and press my pillow over my ears, trying to fall back asleep. "Ira Christine come down here now!" I groan again, hopping up and trudging down stairs. "Hey home slice! What's happening?" My dad greets me, pulling me into a hug and ruffling my hair. "Nothing much. Just hanging," I laugh, hugging him back. "Ready to go?" He asks and I sigh, nodding. "Yeah, let's go." I hug mom goodbye, and hop into Marcus' car. We get to his house and he orders a pizza, before telling me he has to go, and he'll be back later tonight. He does come back, but not alone.
He stumbles into the house with some sleazy blonde hanging off of him. Disgusted, I lock myself in my room and put my headphones in, blaring the music so I don't hear anything. This is going to be a long summer.
