Summer Encounter

Chapter 1

Courtney Eaton as Teresa Morgan

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I woke up early in the morning due to the annoying morning sunlight that streamed through my window. I groaned and rolled to the left so that my face pressed into the sheets and mentally cursed myself for not drawing the curtains before I went to bed.

I pulled my fluffy baby blue blanket over my head and tried to go back to sleep, continuing my dream about my prince charming. Suddenly, my dad yelled me from the kitchen downstairs.

"Hey, sweetheart! Wake up now or you will be late on the first day of the new academic year. Remember, this is your new school. Don't make such a bad first impression, ok, girl?"

I groaned once again and grunted, stomping my feet to the ground crankily because I really could do with more sleep. I yawned, opening my mouth widely and ran my fingers through my tangled brownish hair. "I should cut this anytime soon," I said to myself. "Be quick! Your breakfast is waiting, Sweetheart!" Another yell came from the kitchen startled me. "Aye, aye, Captain! I am going to take a quick shower first!"

Oh, I nearly forgot to introduce myself. My name was Teresa Morgan. I was 16 years old and had just graduated from my junior high school. I started my senior high school today at Hammington High School. Friends? I had no friend since I was little. I was kind of invisible girl at school. I had the type of typical nerd -- shy, big square eyeglasses, and lack of social life. My dad's occupation was a sheriff at this little town and he played the role as a single parent. My mom passed away when she borned me and now I could just sit on my bed, staring at this black and white photograph. There, sat a young beautiful lady with cheery smile plastered on her face. Her beautiful wavy hair fell over her left shoulder, two dimples appeared on both of her cheeks. I had never get enough of staring at this photo. Everything about her was just perfect. "Sweetheart, be quick! I have to go to work!" My dad popped up outside my bedroom. "Ok, dad. 5 minutes more!" I grabbed my navy blue satchel bag over my left shoulder and took a quick last glance at my closet's mirror -- there, stood a high school girl with loose t-shirt with be happy slogan printed on it and skinny jean. I tied my hair into messy bun and left my room, ready to face the first day of my high school life.