I was curling my hair while reading the news paper trying to find a totally awesome summer job. Then, I saw one word that really made my eyes pop: Lifeguard. It pays $50 an hour and you get free access to the wonderful country club. Not just any country club, the one that all the rich kids at my school, Franklin High, went to. It was beyond perfect. Plus, there would be really cute guys there. So why not? The requirements were; 2 weeks of lifeguard training (we will give to you) and you need to know CPR. Well, I already new this CPR stuff because the lady that I babysat for made me take CPR class. So I was totally set.
I looked at my iHome. Shoot. I thought. I have to get to Jamba Juice and meet my best friend Carry. We both love that place. Plus, she works there so we get employee discount. I quickly put on a jacket, grabbed my keys and bag, and ran to my red Volvo.

Once I got to Jamba Juice I saw Carry sitting down in a booth drinking her usual StrawberrysWild. Next to her was my Caribbean Passion.
"Hey Sofie!" Cary said to me with a wide smile and handled my my drink.
I handed her two dollars, "Hey girl. You're not going to believe what happened to me!"
I looked up and saw a really cute guy about my age checking me out. Too bad I already was in love with the most adorable guy ever!
"What? Tell me! Are you pregnant?" she started to get out of her seat to slap me.
"No you idiot! I found the best job ever!" I screeched really loudly because some old lady with really gray hair looked at me and gave me the stink eye. I guessed she was the library type.
"Oh my god! Yay! Where? When? How much does it pay?" she asked clearly excited.
"It's a lifeguard. It's at that snooty country club where everyone goes at FH. 50 dollars and hour and I get to be a member of the club. How great?"
She looked at me like I was covered in gold, "Really great!"
I took a sip of my smoothie and felt the mango sink in. It was so good. I felt like nothing else was happening.
Suddenly, my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello Ms. Jackson. You're boyfriend, Kevin Hilter, is in the hospital. HE had a very bad car crash and he's still unconscious after 2 hours. Can you come down to the local hospital and check him out?" a serious sounding lady said.
"Yeah. No problem. I'll be right there," I said with a very concerned tone, "Bye."
"Bye. Have a good day."
Carry was looking at my while I grabbed all my stuff and ran as fast as possible to the door. Carry new something was wrong so she followed me and ran to her car. I new that this wasn't going to be okay. Not okay at all.