With Love, Beverly Hills
~ By annaba12~
"Ladies, welcome to California!" my mother sighed happily. I looked over at my half-sister, Savannah Clearwater. She was buried in the depths of her phone.
"Savannah?" She grunted in response, but made no effort to look up her phone. "YO!" She finally looked up from her phone, but I could tell by the look of annoyance on her face that she was less than pleased with me. "We're here to spend time together, not for you to pay more attention to your phone than me. You may want to think about it before I take the thing and CHUCK IT INTO THE STREETS! Comprende?" I announced as I playfully reached for her phone. She giggled and pulled it away.
"I think so. Now leave the phone alone. It will bite." She joked. We both broke out into huge smiles and linked pinkies (We got that from glee. If you don't know what glee is, YOU NEED TO GET OUT FROM UNDER THAT ROCK YOU'RE LIVING IN!)
Well, I won't bore you with the details of what we did. We grabbed our luggage (Savannah must have brought 4 suitcases) and climbed into our new rental car. We piled our stuff in the trunk and drove out of LAX airport. I don't know how long we were driving, but it seemed like forever. Savannah and I talked about anything and everything possible. We finally pulled up to our Venice Beach house rental. It was gorgeous. With help form my mom we unloaded the car. I walked inside, Savannah and her many suitcases following me.
I gaped as I walked into a huge living room with soft white couches and a huge flat screen mounted on the wall. I walked past a kitchen table and into a full marble kitchen (which, by the way, would have a professional cook cooking for us the whole summer). Everything looked so modern. We passed through the dining room and the living room, finally finding the bedrooms. The master bedroom was a shocking lime green, with a full master bath to complete it (luckily, the bathroom wasn't green). As my mom unpacked, Savannah and I moved on. Savannah's bedroom had cream-colored walls and a cozy pink comforter. I left her to her new room for the summer, and went to find mine.
My room was painted a charming sky blue with tiny white clouds on the ceiling. My comforter was a blue and green pattern that made the room feel even homier. There were two doors that led out to a balcony, like the ones you see in movies. I opened them and stepped outside. A few blocks away, I could see Venice Beach. I imagined that at night, the view from here was stunning.
"Girls! I'm going out with Margie and my friends. I probably won't be back until past 11. I heard that there's supposed to be a beach party for teens down on the beach at 8. If you want, you can go. But don't stay out too late, okay? I left you some money on the table if you need it." I heard my mom call from down the hall. I stepped back into the room just in time to hear my mom walking out the door.
"Cal?" Savannah stepped into my room with a mischievous look on her face. The second she walked in I knew I was in trouble.
"I don't like the look you're giving me. If you're thinking what I think I'm thinking, then, no, it's not going to happen. I'd rather stay here and read." Suddenly, she gave me the all-too-common puppy pout.
"Why not?" She whined. "Give me one good reason." She crossed her arms and pouted as seriously as she could.
"Here you go: a) because they're stupid b) they're loud and overcrowded and c) I don't want to." Sarah looked at me like she was going to cry. I just couldn't take it.
"Fine. You got me. I'll go," I grumbled. Savannah was practically jumping up and down with pure glee.
"Oh this will be so much fun! We have three hours until party time. We are going to take you shopping, and we'll do your hair and makeup. Cal, welcome to Extreme Makeover: Cal Edition. You won't even recognize yourself when I'm done with you." Oh crap. What had I gotten myself into? I thought to myself. This was going to be one crazy ride.