The plane ride was so boring I didn't have a single person to talk to. I also forgot to bring something to do. I had to sit by an old couple. They slept through the whole flight. Especially the husband. The husband looked worn out or angry at the world for things not going his way. I had that kind of power of judging people asleep or not. Maybe I'm a little worn out too. So, for this three-hour plane flight I just stared out the window watching the landscape changing underneath me.

I stepped out into the bright sunlight and recognized my Dad immediately. He came up to me and gave me a long hug.

"Did you have a good flight?"

"I guess." I said stupidly. I didn't know how to act around him. I haven't seen him in two years and I guess he wanted everything to become normal. This meant not talking that much or even spend any time with each other.

We rode in his BMW all the way to his house by the beach, which was white with blue shutters. Everything seemed beautiful. Completely different to the beach I go with Brad to. I may actually like it here. I can probably finish my English essay due at the end of the summer.

Next door, I noticed a large house just a bit bigger than my Dad's. It was about two stories high and was right next to the beach like ours.

"A really nice kid lives there around your age maybe you can get to know him and do something while you're here." He must have caught me staring at the big house. "Come on let's put your stuff in your room. I hope you like it."

We walked into the house and I was actually stunned how clean it was. It was way too clean as if it wasn't a real home.

"Your room is upstairs first door to the left. I'll be up there with your stuff in a second."

I went up the steps and I walked into the room. WOW. It was nice. I was pretty much white and baby colors. It looks too babyish. On the walls were posters of groups I've never even heard of. Like Backstreet Boys, Nsync, and 980. I've seen them on MTV but really never heard their music. I was into Korn and Limp Bizkit.

So the first thing I had to do was get all these posters down of guys posing serious or goofy. I'll do that later. There was one cute guy. He belonged to the group Backstreet Boys. I didn't know what his name was but he had golden hair and deep blue eyes. But all the other groups were pretty sick looking.

"You like it?" Dad asked. He had my suitcase in his hand and was about to drop it but I grabbed it so I could put all the stuff away.

"It's great. But what's up with all these posters? I don't listen to their kind of music. Sorry."

"I thought you might be into that stuff. A lot of girls seem to be."

I think he forgot I'm 20 years old. I'm not a little girl.

Later that night was even worse. Dad decided to invite the neighbors over for dinner. So, they came in around eight. The nice boy my Dad told me about reminded me a lot of Brad. He had the same brown hair and blue eyes. His name was Scott. We all sat down at the table in the dining room while my Dad served Italian. Scott and I began to talk and he seemed nice. I wouldn't mind hanging out with him for the summer.

"So Jennifer, what college are you attending?" asked Scott's mother. I got the feeling she didn't like me that much.

"Well, I'm currently attending University of North Carolina. It will be my second year there." I hope that will satisfy her.

"Isn't that nice." I guess I was wrong.

After everybody went home I went into my bedroom, I changed into a nightshirt and fell asleep right away.

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