I stared up at my mom; she was giving me that look that I got every time I got into trouble. My dad was talking with the officer who had brought me to the hell hole they called the police department.
So maybe my mom had a good reason to be ticked at me.
"Vandalism? Honestly Julie, I thought that you would've learned your lesson the last time. Doesn't the phrase 'permanent record' mean anything to you?"
I shrugged, I was just having some fun with Zach and Christian. What was the problem with that? So maybe we broke a few windows. What was the harm in that?
"I don't know mom."
My mom turned to my dad, "David, can we go. I need to call Sherri. I promised her I would."
Sherri? Why did my mom have to call her hick town friend? What possibly could have changed in a town as small as Cornelia Georgia? I laughed to myself, Oh the havoc I could create in that town if I had the chance.
"Yeah," He turned to the officer, "Thank you, Jack. She shouldn't be causing anymore trouble for a while."
"Sure thing Dave. Be careful, and Julie, stay away from that boy and girl. Those two will get you into more trouble than you can get out of."
"What ever." I said rolling my eyes.
My dad grabbed my elbow and pulled me toward the door, "I thought you said you had learned you lesson Julie."
He glared down at me. His eyes were close to black, "I am not putting up with this for the rest of the summer. I won't let you put your mother through this."
"Then what are you going to do with me?"
I heard my mom talking on the cell phone in the car. "…Hello? Oh hey Sarah let me talk to your ma."
"Get in the car and keep your mouth shut, I don't want you to wake up the babies."
I flopped down in the seat and slammed the door just to make him mad.
"Hey Sherri, yeah it's about Julie. You still have that room free?"
It took a few seconds for what my mom said to sink in, and when it did I flew loose. "Oh hell no! You are not sending me to some hick town this summer. There is no way in hell I am going there!"
"Oh, you can take care of that too? Good." She put one hand over her ear to cover my yelling, "I hate to just push her off on ya'll, but I have so much to deal with this summer."
"I HATE YOU!!!" I screamed. My dad stopped the car in front of our building. "Julie, hush. The babies are waking up!"
"I don't give a damn, and I'm not going to Georgia!" I slammed the door of the car and sprinted into the building.
After several hours of fighting, slammed doors, cursing by me and my parents, my mom crying, and finally my dad taking my door knob off I found myself standing by my bed crying and packing my two black duffel bags for my stay in Georgia. They had already bought the plane tickets ahead of time and I was leaving the next morning. Some confidence they had in me. My baby brother and sister had been fed and put to bed, and my parents were eating dinner. My mom had told me that when I had finished packing that I could come downstairs and cook my own dinner.
Six pairs of skinny jeans, two pairs of boot cut, and fifteen tee shirts, all of the underwear in my drawer, two hoodies, and a pair of converse were the clothes I was taking. I stuffed my journal inside one of the bags with my phone charger and the charger for my mp3. I finally decided that I was done packing.
There was no one downstairs when I decided to go down and eat. The lights were on, probably to make sure I didn't fall. I dug around in the fridge, there were no leftovers left. I couldn't cook at all. I finally settled on a peanut butter sandwich with a cup of juice. I sat down in the living room and turned the TV on, it was ten-thirty. My plane didn't leave until nine, so I settled down to watch a few music videos.
When the third video had just started my dad came in and pulled the plug. "Go to bed Julie. I don't want to hear a sound from you tonight."
I rolled my eyes, "What ever."
"And lose the attitude Julie; you've really hurt your mom this time."
I stared up at him, "How do you think I feel? Every time something happens at school you can't come because you are so damn busy with the twins, you and mom both. It seems like if I get a good grade in my classes at school you just sign it and send it back to the school, without so much as a 'Good Job' or 'I'm proud of you', but when they get a good note from the teacher or a gold star, you two fall on your faces and worship the ground that they walk on. Do you realize that I had one of the highest averages in my Algebra I Class?" I put my hands on my hips, "No you wouldn't have. You two were at the twins parent-day when they had that ceremony."
My dad sighed, "We do congratulate you. You need to understand that we have to be at the twins school for those things."
"The only reason you say that is because you actually wanted them."
His eyes narrowed, "Exactly what does that mean?"
I bit my lip, "Oh don't even act like you don't know that I know I was just your mistake in college. Neither of you ever really wanted me. That's why you are sending me to Georgia. You're hoping that I'll learn something from the Turners. That I'll be better behaved, so you don't have to deal with me and my 'problems'. You are just making me someone else's problem."
"Julie… please don't be like this."
"I will be like this; I can tell when I'm not really wanted."
He started to say something but I turned and ran upstairs. I wasn't in the mood for anymore arguing.
So there I sat, on the nine AM flight out of New York headed straight for Atlanta. The plane was getting ready to take off. I glanced around, the plane was relatively empty. Thank God I thought.
"Ma'am may I get you any thing?" One of the flight attendants asked.
"No." I replied plainly.
"Are you sure? It will be no charge to your bill. We have soda's, water, juice, cookies, pean―"
"I said no. Now just leave me the hell alone."
She stood up straight, "Well then." And with that she walked away. I leaned back in my seat and pulled out my mp3. Welcome to the summer from hell. I thought to myself.
I'm guessing that you would probably like to know a little more about me, am I right?
My name is Julian Severt, or Julie for short. My parents are David and Rhonda Severt. My mom used to be a Miller, from Georgia. She was born and raised in Georgia. She was everything that a southern belle wanted to be, she had almost every boy in her community after her, her dad was a deacon of the church and her mother was the Sunday school teacher. My mom loved living in Habersham County but she wanted something new in her life. About the time that my mom was looking around for a college to go to my dad came into her county to tour the old plantation houses around the area and study their architecture.
One day sometime in July, my mom and dad were walking on the same street of Cornelia. My dad wasn't paying any attention and he ran straight into my mom who had her arms full of groceries. Well… let's just say that when my mom's bright blue eyes met my dad's dark brown ones it was love at first sight. He drove her home and helped her unload the groceries from her pa's truck. My mom's mom was very surprised to see that her baby girl had brought a so called "Yankee" home. She was even more surprised to find that she let him drive her pa's truck. He offered to take her to dinner. My mom's mom stopped her before she could answer and said that they would have to wait until her pa got in from the field.
You see this is where my mom got into so much trouble with my dad. When he told her that he was going to have to leave to go back to New York he also asked her if she wanted to come with him. Of course my mom said yes. When she told her pa about what David had said he blew his top. His words were something like this: "I will not have any daughter of mine leave off with some man to go live in some apartment with him, unmarried. Shacked up with him, doing God knows what with him. I will have none of it!"
And needless to say my mother left out in the middle of the night and went to the motel my dad was in. All that she had were a few changes of clothes and three hundred dollars. They left the next morning without as much as a good bye.
Three months later, after my mom had been moved in and settled down, she found out that she was two months pregnant with none other than black-haired, blue-eyed me. I was completely unplanned, my mom even considered an abortion. That's why I have reason to believe that I was just my parent's college mistake.
They got married a week later by the justice of the peace. By the time I was born my dad had his degree in architecture and had bought a two story apartment in a nicer section near his office.
My twin siblings Jessica and Jason were born when I was 11, in the fourth grade. They were the complete opposite of me, They both inherited my mom's blonde hair and my dad's brown eyes. When they were born I was pushed to the side, my parents devoted all their time and attention to them. When I had a parent teacher conference they could never seem to find the time to come. When there was a ceremony at school, there was always something going on at the twins' daycare. I just quit telling them about things at school all together. I even missed my 8th grade social because I didn't tell them; they would have told me that they would take me to get a dress and never would.
My friends became the only thing that I was concerned about. I spent the night of the eighth grade social with some of my friends and their high school friends. Two juniors, three sophomores, three eighth graders, and a bag of pot. It was the first time I had ever tried it.
When I got home that night, well actually the next morning my parents were asleep. After that, I did what I wanted, when I wanted. I didn't care what happened. They surely to goodness didn't seem to care. And that is how I ended up in Georgia.
It felt good to breathe in fresh air when I got off the plane. It was only eleven thirty. I finally found both of my bags in luggage. I had absolutely no idea what Sherri or her daughter looked like, so I leaned against the wall and slid into the floor. Maybe by some off the wall chance they wouldn't find me. Maybe I wouldn't have to spend the whole summer with some dumb hick family. Maybe―
"Julian Severt?" A soft southern voice completely interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up to see a small curvy girl with warm brown hair. "Who else would I be?" I said sharply.
She raised her eyebrows, "Well I'm sorry. There's no need to be rude, it was just a question."
"And I'm guessing that you're Sherri?"
She rolled her eyes, "No, I'm Sarah. Her daughter."
I got up and picked up my bags, "Where are you parked?"
"Blake's parked out front. He doesn't like crowds. They make him nervous."
"Blake, he's my boyfriend. I can't drive legally."
I stopped in my tracks, "Wait, exactly how old are you?"
She turned around with a hint of a smile on her lips, "Fifteen. How old did you think I was?"
I stared at her for a minute longer. "I dunno, 17 maybe 18."
She grinned, "Not quite. How old are you?"
She pulled a small flip phone out of her jean pocket, "Oh, there's Blake." She flipped it open, "Hello? Hey baby."
I rolled my eyes, if I wasn't mistaken little Miss Sarah Turner had become the town whore in her freshman year. She had been found in some boy's room, half undressed. She was always sneaking around behind her parents' backs to see a boy. And she always seemed to get into trouble with a boy in one way or another.
"…yeah, we're on our way out now." She gave a shy smile, "Love you too baby. Bye."
I let her take one of my bags, "Hurry, he's waiting."
I rolled my eyes and followed her into the hot parking lot. "You've got to be kidding me." I said when I saw what she was heading towards.
"We're riding in that?"
Before me sat what had to be a mid to late eighties model Ford truck. I was guessing that it was originally white, but at the moment it was splattered and caked with mud. Sarah sat my bag on the ground and put her hands on her hips, "Exactly what's wrong with the truck?"
I wrinkled my nose. "We are seriously riding in this thing?"
The driver's door opened and out stepped a tall, fairly muscular boy. "I'm sorry you don't like my truck. My Nova's in the shop for the time bein'"
I picked at the mud on the side of the truck, "Honestly have you ever heard of a car wash?"
"Well I'm sorry we left the Lamborghini in the garage. We assumed that you would be just fine in the truck."
I just rolled my eyes, "What ever."
Blake cut his eyes at Sarah.
"Listen Julie," She said. "You've got yourself four choices. You can ride in the cab with me and Blake, I can ride in the bed with you, you can ride in the bed by yourself, or you can walk home."
I folded my arms, "There is no way in hell that I am going to ride in the back alone."
Blake set his lips in a hard line, "Don't you dare cuss her." He bent down and picked up my bags as if they weighed nothing. "Sarah get in the truck, she can ride in the bed."
I glared up at him, "Apparently you didn't hear me. I said that I wasn't going to ride in the back of this damn filthy truck."
Blake watched Sarah who was in the cab by that time, he turned to look at me, "If you don't get in the back in the next thirty seconds, you are gonna be walkin' your little ass home."
I glared up at him again; his grey eyes seemed to sparkle as he held out his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Severt. I'm Blake Church."