Title: The Darkest Days of Summer
Genre: young adult
I’m trapped in paradise.
Or so my mother told me right before she drove back to Boston.
"Any other kid would be kissing my feet right now." she reminded me once again while she loaded her bag into the car, "You can go swimming, you can go canoeing. You can….uh….practice your relaxation exercises."
I cringed. Just before getting kicked out of Sandford, the school counselor had 'prescribed' relaxation exercises to stave off anxiety. I was supposed to close my eyes and visualize rainbows and kittens and stupid things like that. Of course my mom thought they were the answer to everything, especially when I talked back to her.
"I’d rather die first." I muttered as she slammed the trunk shut.
Bad choice of words. My mother shot me a glance like she might whip out a straitjacket and put it on me right then and there. "Do you realize what that kind of talk does to me?" she said as she slid in the driver’s seat. "Maybe you should come with me after all. I don’t like the thought of you spending the day here by yourself."
"I’ll be fine!" I gritted my teeth. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You know I haven’t had a panic attack for over a month." My eyes darted to the self-help cds in the passenger seat: "Grooviness Matters". Oh God, she was planning to listen to them the entire trip. I’d be a raving fury by the time we got to Boston.