TITLE: CRUEL SUMMER
GENRE: Contemporary YA
"We're live from outside the hospital where the latest Hollywood 'it girl', Chey Morrow, has been brought in. According to an unnamed source, she lost control of her BMW earlier tonight on a slippery stretch of PCH and spun out into oncoming traffic. No reports yet on whether or not alcohol was a contributing factor." The same perky blonde reporter from the premiere flashed a bright smile at the camera like my sudden downward spiral was the highlight of her day.
The screen split in two, and before the serious looking anchorwoman could ask a single nauseating question, I clicked the television off, glaring at the darkened screen. Alcohol a contributing factor my rear. I hadn't been near any all night. I'd been stone cold sober throughout the entire painful ordeal.
I eased down in bed, wishing I had the chance to redo at least part of my summer. I'd been so naive when I arrived, thinking the whole time was going to be about me and my father bonding, hanging out and having fun. All the things that I'd missed out on since my parents' divorce nearly a decade ago. Yeah, if I could go back in time, I'd seriously think about smacking that
version of me up alongside the head as I issued a dire warning. Beware of Adriana. Enough said.