Summertime Blues This is for those who are confused For those who can't choose The line between love and hate is blurred And the memories...... The memories Summer. First time I met him, in all his perfect glory; stormy grey eyes, sun-kissed skin, full rosy lips. It's crazy how one experience can change a person in every possible way, to the extent that I cannot remember who I was. That once crazy girl capable of doing many things has been reduced to this shell barren of positive emotions, this shell that I call myself. It's these thoughts that plague my mind as I walk briskly towards my car. I wrap my tartan scarf tightly around my shoulders; it's quite cold tonight, almost as if the weather knows what I'm feeling inside. The quietness of the near desolate street is broken by the sound of my ringtone. I shuffle through my bag for my phone until I finally found it. " hello" I said bringing the phone to my left ear. " hey Serena. Where are you?" "Hi Sept, I'm on my way home now. I'll be there in ten minutes" "Well hurry up. Mum's home" "Mum?" "Yeah. See you in a bit" he said and quickly hung up the phone. I continue walking down the street until I found my car, a grey Camaro Z/28 2014 model. I got it for my 17th birthday from dad and to be honest it's one of my most loved possessions. I quickly got into my car and turned on the ignition, the soft purring of the engine immediately calming me down. In less than fifteen minutes I was pulling into one of the several garages in my house premises. I then got out of my car and walked into the mansion that I call home. "Finally you're home. Where have you been all day?" asked Alex my eldest brother. "I've been about. I heard Mum's home" I said nonchalantly. "Yeah, she's in the kitchen cooking dinner" "Uhh what now?" "I know. It's weird for me too" It's weird because our mother barely comes home, neither does she cook. There was a time when she was the perfect house wife but now she's just the owner of a very successful fashion line, the runway. Don't get me wrong I still love her. She's just a little distant lately. "Hi mum" I said walking into the kitchen. "Hey honey. Where have you been? Are you okay?" She said in that sweet motherly voice. "I'm fine mum. How was the business trip?" "It was amazing honey. Can you believe the number of calls I've got today. The new clothing line is simply glorious, you definitely have to model some of the clothes. Even the......." Right there, I stop listening to the sound of her voice. Just when we are having a normal mother to daughter conversation, she brings up her job. Fashion, I remember when I used to love that, just a few months ago fashion was a huge part of my #life. "Erm.....mum?" I said suddenly, interrupting her rant. "Yes honey" " I'm gonna go freshen up. I'll be down in a few minutes" "Okay honey" she replied as I walked out the kitchen door. My eldest brother Alex and my twin brother Septimus were having a video game tournament, as usual. I don't know where my elder sister Chyanne is but I know she's probably being a bitch wherever she is, as usual. I walked up the stairs and down the hall to my room; I checked my phone and saw that I had a text from my closest friend Taylor. Deciding to reply to the text later, I stripped out of my clothes and got under the covers of my king sized bed. I'll sleep now with hopes that tomorrow will be a better day.