He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not
an excerpt

The smell of summer was something that truly amazed me each year. It was definitely in the air at the beginning of every summer break, and though there remained no words for me to describe exactly what it was, that unexplainable scent sent excited thrills from my head to my toe. That smell represented more than just summer; it was a lazy afternoon in the sun, a milkshake with friends, a barbeque with the family, or a pair of dangerously short shorts. But most importantly, that smell meant freedom. No longer were we boxed up in class rooms, watching the clock tick agonizingly slow and ignoring the teacher’s spill on the Spanish Inquisition that we couldn’t half care about. Time was now ours, and there were no limits to the amount of fun summer break would ultimately deliver.

I could smell it now as I sat in my bedroom with my windows open; that delicious aroma of independence, wafting towards me amidst a warm summer breeze. I watched myself for a moment as the wind gently rustled my shoulder length hair and wrapped around me like a security blanket. Summer. The main time of the year that all students longed for. Now that it had finally arrived I was almost at a loss as what to do with myself … almost, but not quite. I was going to waste as much time as possible lulling around with my friends and steal time away from the world to make out with my boyfriend. It wasn’t the most exciting way to describe a potential summer break, but it was certainly a much need change from classes. This morning the girls and I had celebrated our current liberation with strawberry shakes and a lazy few hours of reading magazines and soaking up the sunshine in my backyard; and in half an hour, Shannon would arrive to take me out on the town for our first date this summer.