A Summer to Remember
chapter 2 - part 2

Then I noticed a little door next to my bed. I walked over to it and pulled it open. Inside was a giant walk in closet with hangers ready for me to put stuff on.
            I ran back downstairs. “Wow, dad, my room is amazing!” I told him.
            He smiled, pulling a grape off of the bunch on the kitchen counter. “I’m glad you like it. So what do you want to do today? I could take you sightseeing through the mountains, we could go to the Santa Monica pier, or we could go to Universal Studios. Whatever you want,” he asked.
            “That all sounds great dad, but can I unpack first? I have a ton of things since I’m going to be here for two months and the sooner I can get it done, the better,” I responded.
            “Sure, I’ll bring your bags up for you,” he said. He walked over to my suitcases and brought them all upstairs at once.
            I followed him and then got down on the floor to start unpacking.
            “Kay, I need to go on a business call in fifteen minutes so if you need anything, press this button here and Annie will assist you,” he told me.
            I figured Annie was the housekeeper, so I nodded my head. He smiled and walked back downstairs.
            I started to take my clothes out one by one, fold them, and then place them into the drawers. Once I finished that, I decided to take everything out of my carryon as well. I unzipped my Coach tote and dumped it all onto my bed. The last thing to fall out was a pale yellow sticky note.
            “What is that?” I asked myself. I picked it up and unfolded it.
Kayla,
            It was awesome meeting you and we should hangout sometime. Since we’re both going to be here all summer, why don’t you text me when you’re free? 516-504-7717.
James
I couldn’t help but squeal a little as I danced around my room. James was one of the first guys to notice me, and accept me for who I was, even when I had makeup smeared all around my eye. My smile stretched ear to ear. I ran across my large bedroom and grabbed my iPhone 4S. I copied James’ number into my phone.
            My finger hovered over the message button as I debated whether or not to message him right away. I tossed my phone on my bed. “I’ll text him tomorrow,” I told myself as I did a belly flop onto my bed.
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