"That's why your eyes, I'm over it, your smile, I'm over, realize I'm over it, I'm over It." What is that noise? I opened my eyes and look at my alarm clock. It was 8 in the morning and my alarm clock was on full blast until I hit the snooze button. I covered my head with my pillow and lead out a loud scream. I can't believe that today is the beginning of a long and boring summer. Ever since my mom told me that I was spending the summer with my dad, my whole summer was ruined. I planned to spend it in San Diego with my two best friends. Going to Parties, going to the beach, hanging out with friends and who could forget finally getting asked out by the hottest and most popular kid in school Sam Rodriguez. But that entire plan was thrown out the window when I found out I was spending the summer in London. Don't get me wrong I love my father but I just don't like the idea of spending the whole summer with people I hardly know.

Ever since my mom and dad got divorced 8 years ago I had spend most of my time with my mom. They decide that I should live with my mom and spend summers with my dad. That was the plan till he got remarried. I was just 11 and I really didn't like the idea of him being with someone else besides my mom. I had to be forced to go to the wedding. I got to admit Jennifer is nice and she makes him happy. But that's not the reason my I don't want to spend the summer with him. He's fun and I always have a good time but I don't like competing for my father's attention. I was use to being the only child in my father's life. But that all change when he married Jennifer, she had son and he became my step-brother. After that everything changed I wasn't the only child he had any more. Even though he wasn't his real kid he still loved him like his son. He got what he always wanted a son. How could I compete with that? Every time I would visit him would give all his attention to Andrew. They would spend the whole summer together since Andrew was 15. They were best friend inseparable. I admit I was jealous and decide that my dad didn't care about me like he use to. From that moment on I started to spend less and less time with my father. I thought that he was better off with his new family. By the time I was 14 my mom decided I was old enough to choose who I wanted to spend the summer with, I choose her. I haven't seen my dad for almost 1 year. The last time I saw him, he came to my 16 birthday and after that he moved to London to run is company. So I didn't really like the idea of seeing Jennifer and Andrew after three years of avoiding them.

I stared at the cycling trying to get the strength to get out of bed and get ready. But my muscles didn't seem to want to move. I could hear my mom walking up the stairs. She was coming to check if I was awake.

"Good morning sweetie," she said opening the door.

"Morning mom," I said getting out of bed.

"You better start getting ready. Your flight leaves at 12 today."

"Do I really have to go? Can't I just spend the summer here with you again," I said giving her my puppy eyes.

"Ana you know that you can't. You haven't seen your father in a year. He really wants to see you. You can't keep avoiding him and his family," she said looking at me "I would if you spend the summer with me, but the right thing to do is to spend it with your father. Don't you think he deserves it?"

"Fine I spend the summer with him." I said walking in to the bathroom.

"That's my girl," she said walking out of my room. "Don't take too long getting ready. I want you to eat breakfast with me before you leave, so hurry up."

I heard the door close. I couldn't believe she just made me feel guilty for not wanting to spend the summer with my dad. She always knew how to make me feel bad. I started at the mirror thinking about how I was going to do my hair. Since it was long I could do a lot of thing with it but since I had no one to impress, I decided to just but it up in a ponytail. I brushed my teeth and was thinking if I should wear make-up. It was a 10 hour plane ride why would I need make-up. I walked out of the bathroom and walked to my closet to pick what I should wear. I put on a black pair of skinny jeans, plane gray v neck shirt, my gray vans and my black leather jacket. I looked around my room to see if I was forgetting anything. I was about to walk out the door till I remember that I couldn't leave without my phone and I pod. How could I forget to pack the most important things? I ran to my dresser I picked up my phone and itouch. I put them in my pocket, and then remembered I had to pack the chargers. I grabbed the chargers and headed out the door. As I walked down the stairs I could smell the great breakfast my mom had made. I really was going to miss my mom and her cooking. I headed to the table where she already had a plate set out for me. She sat down and we enjoyed are last breakfast together.