of the day rang and I was the first one up. Ms. Catrina, our Spanish teacher, who wasn't done with the lesson gives me a deadly glare.

I freeze at the door as she screeches my name.

"Yes, Ms. Catrina?" I ask.

"Did I dismiss you?" She asked.

I frowned, "No, but the bell did. You see Ms. Catrina, classes end at 3 on the dot and since today's the last day of school, what more could you possibly have to teach us that'll stick till next year?"

I smile, hesitantly as she continues to stare at me.

She crosses her arms and turns to the class, "Thanks to Eden, I'll let you guys go, but don't forget to practice the problems that I've given you last week for the summer!"

Halfway through her closing remarks, I was already out of the door. I rushed down the crowded hallways, making sure to dodge past all the people clawing their way to the front doors. I was going out the other way, the faster way.

Once I walked into the cafeteria, I waved at the lunch ladies and ran around back to the exit. A smile made its way to my face as the warm summer air touched my face. I took in a large breath and sighed.

My first destination for today was church.

I know it's weird, but I have to. The only thing that I ever really want is to have a fun summer. The last time that happened was five years ago when we went to a waterpark.

I let my hair out of my ponytail and walked over to the bike rack. Today I took my bike to school because being on a bike gives me a sense of freedom I just don't know how to explain. It's like you have full control over where and how you want to move. And the warm wind against your face feels heavenly at this time.

I smiled as I freed my bike and hopped on. I peddled out of the school entrance and turned onto the road, making my way to the church near my house.

I peddled past the small neighborhoods and roads as I ran against the blue sky. A warm breeze rushed past me as I made a left onto a street. As I turned left, I smiled at the kids playing out on the street, running around and some drawing with chalk on the sidewalk.

I remember those days.

At the end of the street, I turned right and saw the church. I peddled faster and jumped off my bike as I reached the entrance. I pulled my bike to the side and locked it to the rack. I quickly brushed my hands through my hair in an attempt to make my hair seem more manageable. Not having a mirror to check how it looked, I shrugged and walked in.

I looked around the church and frowned. I didn't really know what I was supposed to be doing, but I decided to take a seat on one of the benches. As my butt came in contact with the seat, I winced. Who could sit on these things?

Shaking myself from my thoughts, I looked to the front. There was nobody here, but me it seemed. I decided to do what people usually did in the movies when they came to church.

I closed my eyes and clasped my hands in front of me. I sighed and started my monologue in my head.

Dear God,

I know I don't come here often, but you probably know why I'm here. All I ask for is to have a fun summer this year. Like the ones, you see on Pinterest and stuff. It doesn't have to be anything expensive or out of the ordinary, just fun.

I know your god and have the ability to do anything and everything, so can you please do this for me. I promise I'll finish that Spanish worksheet and be nicer to my parents and Lydia. Also can you please get Lydia to be nicer to me? I still have that bite mark from last week.

Thank you, love you.

I opened my eyes and sighed. That was weird, but it felt good.

I quickly got up and ran outside and unfastened my bike from the rack. I hopped on and peddled home. Hopefully, that'll work and I'll finally be able to do something this summer. If I have to spend another summer scooping ice cream for bratty little kids or attending another book club with mom, I'll lose it.

Sooner than later, I got home and I jumped off my bike. I led my bike into the garage and walked into the house.

"Mom, I'm home!" I said.

"I'm in the laundry room!" She shouted back.

I walked into the house and noticed Lydia sitting down on the couch with her tablet. I peeked over her and watched what she was watching.

It was Blue's Clues. I frowned in disgust.

Before I could leave, she paused the show and looked at me.

"Do you need something?" She asked.

I frowned to myself.

Who does she think she is?

Lydia was my 8-year-old sister. She had the same brown hair like me but had my dad's green eyes. She was snappy and rude as you can tell, but nobody ever believed me because she was also manipulative.

Ignoring her, I got up and walked over to the laundry room. There, mom was switching the loads. I leaned against the door.

"Where did you go wrong with Lydia?" I asked, cracking a smile.

Mom looked up, her jaw slightly dropped, "Don't say that. You were the same way when you were her age."

I gave her a look, "I doubt that. She's so rude to me and I'm like double her age."

Mom laughed and rolled her eyes, continuing with the laundry.

"So how was school today?" She asked.

I nodded, "Good. I went to church after school."

Mom looked up, a confused smile on her face, "Church? Why?"

"You know, to thank God and maybe ask him for a surprise this summer." I shrugged.

Mom cracked a smiled, "Speaking of surprises, your dad is coming over for dinner today. We have a surprise for you."

My eyebrows raised, "Surprise?"

Mom nodded as she slammed shut the dryer door. I nodded nonchalantly.

"Okay, that's cool," I said, slowly backing away from the door.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked as I ran upstairs.

"I'm going to call Leah and Julia," I said and ran up the rest of the stairs and into my room. I catapulted myself onto my bed and fished my phone out of my pocket.

I quickly called Julia and added Leah to the call once it connected.

"Guess what?" I practically screeched into the phone.

"What?" Julia asked, giggling afterward at my screaming.

"My mom says that she and dad have a surprise for me," I said.

"Oh my god, imagine they decide to like give you a car." Leah piped in.

I hummed in agreement, "What if..."

"We're still coming over tomorrow, right?" Leah asked.

I nodded, "Yup, yup, but I'll call again later once they tell me the surprise."

"Please do. It's so boring over here. Mom and dad have been yelling at each other all day over what's better, apple juice or orange juice."

"Orange juice," I said at the same time Leah said 'Apple Juice'.

It was quiet for a minute.

"I refuse to be friends with you at this point, E," Leah said.

I gasped, "Apple juice is not better. Orange juice goes with almost everything!"

"Not again," Julia muttered.

"Whatever," Leah said. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever, Leah," I said.

After saying goodbye, I hung up.

I laid on my bed and stared at my ceiling. This summer was going to be different. I could feel it.

I bounded down the stairs once the doorbell rang and I ran to the door, swinging it open. On the other side was dad holding a bouquet. I smiled and wrapped my arms around him.

"Hey, Ede!" He said, happily.

"Hey, dad," I said as he let me go. We walked into the house and I closed the door after him. Mom smiled at him from the table and Lydia jumped out of her seat, wrapping dad's knees in a hug.

"Hey, baby." He said, picking her up and planting a kiss on her cheek. She giggled and squirmed out of his hold. Everyone took a seat around the table.

It was kind of awkwardly quiet and there was a good reason for that.

Mom and dad were separated for about four months now. They aren't divorced or anything, it's just that dad lives somewhere else and we live in the house. They used to fight and argue all the time and one time it got really bad, so dad decided to leave.

We don't talk about it. Ever.

Lydia started talking her head off about her week to dad and he would smile and laugh at every little overdramatic hand gesture she would make.

At the end of her story, it got quiet and she giggled.

"I also learned something new at the park today." She smiled, evilly.

"What was it, sweetie?" Mom asked.

"Bitch," She said. At that, I involuntarily started laughing. I started laughing so hard, breathing was getting difficult.

"Don't say that, Lydia," Dad said, sternly.

Mom looked at me and shook her head. I slapped my hand over my mouth in an attempt to shut up.

"But why? Eden says it to Leah all the time." She said, looking at me.

My jaw dropped as I stared at Lydia. I looked at mom and dad, but they were already staring at me.

"But... I-" I started, but couldn't get anything out.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling, "Why God? Why?"

Mom turned to Lydia, "Honey, don't say that again, okay?"

She nodded, a frown on her face.

We continued eating and talking about dad's work, my last day of school, mom's crochet club, and a lot of other things. Once we were done with dinner, mom looked at me.

"So, for your surprise..." She started.

I nodded, "Yes?"

"Well we know how much you complain about not doing anything fun for the summer so..." She said.

"Yes?" I said, again, leaning into the table.

"We got you and your friends tickets to take a trip to Europe." She said a wide smile on her face.

My jaw dropped as I looked from her to dad.

What in the-

A/N: I know this chapter was weirdly written and boring, but bear with me. Please! It gets better! Tell me what you guys want to see in this book! I need the feedback lol. Anyways, I hope you have the most amazing day/night