Sawmill Lake

When her mother sends her to the picturesque town of Henry for the summer, Kyle learns what lies underneath the polite formalities of a small town; and meets some interesting people in the process.

A soft knock came at Kyle Polson’s bedroom door. She rolled off of her deep purple comforter and walked over to answer it. Upon pulling the door open, Kyle discovered her mother standing in the adjoining hallway holding a suitcase.

“You’re leaving in an hour,” her mother said orderly. Kyle raised an eyebrow and took the suitcase from her mother.

“What’s the occasion?”

“You are going to live with your aunt this summer in Henry.”

“Boring old Henry with boring old aunt Shelly? What a vacation!” Kyle exclaimed sarcastically. “What? You couldn’t find a well to drop me down?”

“Okay, Kyle, make your silly remarks now, but you are going to be good for your aunt while I can experience the joy of being childless for a summer.” Kyle scowled at her mother.

“You’re such a nice mom,” Kyle snarled.

“Pack,” her mother stated, then turned to leave Kyle alone again. Kyle drug her size 9 feet back into her bedroom and shut the door, simultaneously dropping the suitcase. Her pale pink lips twisted into a frown, and her normally iridescent hazel eyes clouded in frustration. She had planned to spend the summer with her friends, following the local indie bands and living off of chicken fried rice. She and her two best friends, Jason and Minka, weren’t used to being apart for very long, ever since they all met. Jason and Kyle met first in the fifth grade, and would play pogs at recess like the cool kids they were. They didn’t meet Minka until 8th grade when she moved to their town from Russia. She recognized a band patch that Jason had sewn on his backpack, and the three of them just clicked together.

That very May, Minka had passed her driver’s test, and her father bought her a car to cruise in for the summer. Kyle and Jason were almost more excited than she was about being able to drive freely wherever they wanted to. Now, however, there was no point. Of all the times Kyle fights with her mother, she always loses. She tends to blame her mother’s fixation with staying young, which appears gross enough. After one and only child, Lisa Polson got into obsessercize, and wouldn’t give up working out until she had the body of a twenty year old. She started buying skinny jeans and cutesy tank tops, and even fit back into her old college clothes. Once Kyle grew into a teenager, Lisa began listening to the same kinds of music as Kyle, and would style her hair the same way she saw on Kyle’s friends. It didn’t take Kyle too long to realize how weird it was to have a mother who looked 25, when you’re 15. The only thing Kyle could really appreciate about her mom, is that she was beautiful, and she gave her beauty to Kyle. They both had the same cinnamon-brown hair and hazel eyes, long, slender body, and flawless skin. The only catch was, if anyone called Kyle and her mother sisters, she would break their nose.

“Kyle! You’re getting picked up in a half an hour! I don’t hear any goddamn packing!” screeched her mother from downstairs. Kyle ripped open the suitcase and started throwing in her clothes. She tossed in about a million black denim miniskirts and off-the-shoulder tanks, as well as her mp3 player with tons of batteries. Even though she spent a small fortune on environmentally enemied batteries, Kyle loved her mp3 player like a pet. She was completely disinterested in the IPod generation, and refused to buy one like everyone else in her school. When the suitcase was filled, Kyle opened the door and threw it down the stairs. Lisa shouted up and her, but Kyle simply laughed. Soon a car was pulling up outside, and Kyle trudged down and out to the tiny rusted blue Honda. She piled her case into the trunk and got into the front seat, not caring to wave back at the house in case her mother happened to watch her leave. It didn’t come as a surprise that she didn’t come out, however, as Lisa and Shelly don’t get along very well. Kyle turned her head and looked at the overeager smile sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Hey Aunt Shells.”

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A/N: I usually write stories ahead of time before posting them on Fictionpress, but this time I'm going to write it as you guys review, so I'm looking for plot suggestions galore!