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Excerpt:
It had been five years since I was forced
to spend my Spring Break with my parents at their friends’ lake house. Five
years since I had to put up with their annoying son, Hunter Davison, who
thought throwing frogs at me and watching me scream was the greatest activity
since tubing.
Unfortunately for me, this year, the annual Robotics Camp was
cancelled because Mrs. Langston had to go and get pregnant. I’d so much rather
be working with machines than spending my week in a technology-free zone with a
frog thrower.
I put my worn copy of Wuthering Heights
down, and stretched my legs out as best as I could in the backseat of Dad’s
Subaru without kicking my little brother, Joey. It had been a long drive from
New York to North Carolina and, while I wasn’t exactly looking forward to our
destination, I was looking forward to standing again.
Mom rolled down the window, and my dirty
blonde waves instantly got sucked into the whirlwind. She inhaled deeply.
“Can’t you just smell the fresh air?” she exclaimed.
“All I smell is Joey’s feet,” I mumbled.
“My feet don’t smell!” Joey yelled and
then proceeded to stick both of his oversized feet in my face. I wrestled with
his dingy socks, trying to get them as far away from my nose as I possibly
could.
“Mom, tell him to stop!” I called out,
and landed a good smack on his leg.
“Knock it off, you two,” Mom said and,
with one last thrust of his foot toward my nose, he finally retreated to his
side of the car.
“Real mature,” I groaned.
“I’m ten. What’s your excuse?” he said,
with his signature smile that could have an old lady pinching his cheeks in
seconds.
I looked at him, his blond curls a
complete disarray on his head, and laughed. I reached over and rustled his hair
which won me a few arm smacks before I put my hand back in my lap. My brother
could be a royal pain in the butt, although, for some reason, I still loved the
little dweeb.
“We should be there in a few minutes,”
Dad said, and I think it was the first words he uttered since we got in the
car. He was a man on a mission, and I doubted we would have even stopped if it
wasn’t for Joey whining that he had to pee for twenty minutes straight.
“Yay!” Joey exclaimed. He had been coming
to the Davison’s lake house with my parents for the past five years and had
become close to the Davison’s youngest son, Parker, who was only a year older
than him. According to Mom, once we pulled into the parking lot of the
Davison’s, I would barely see either of them. Which was fine by me. It was bad
enough I had to spend my Spring Break in the middle of nowhere. The last thing
I wanted was to have to entertain a ten and an eleven-year-old.