Forever summer (Summer # 4) Read Online Free Page A

Mum had stuck her head into my room the day before I was ready to pack up and leave and was still horrifically behind, I had absentmindedly pointed her in the direction of my bookshelf, which of course included the pretty little shoe boxes on top, the ones containing my deepest, darkest secrets, including probably the biggest, most unbelievable admission of my life. One that I had not had a real chance of pushing into the deep depths of my mind, mainly because it was extremely powerful and the fact I had not long ago written it. I sat there, with a diary marked 1999.
    Suddenly, a wave of nostalgia washed over me, drowning me to the point my lungs struggled to expand and make room for the air that I so desperately needed.
    Don’t open it, Ellie; just put the diary back into the box and slide it into a cupboard somewhere and forget about the things scrawled between the pages.
    The thing I tried to tell myself about diary entries was they were usually written at the height of emotion, that surely a huge percentage of it was overly dramatic and not entirely true.
    My finger traced along the thin red ribbon that marked a page; I had no doubt what it would say, as I parted the book to sit open on my lap. My eyes ticked over the paper and sure enough my greatest fear had been revealed in navy ink, almost like it had been written in a panic.
    Heading to Point Shank tomorrow to see in the New Year, no more than that … a new millennium!! If the world isn’t drained into a sinkhole at the stroke of midnight, it’s time to come to terms with a few resolutions.
Joining a gym
Moving to Maitland
Cutting my hair
Saving for London
    I laughed at all these hopeful yet predictable resolutions until inevitably I came to the bottom of the page, to the bold block letters that had been underlined, twice.
    And last but not least: TELL ADAM HENDERSON I’M IN LOVE WITH HIM.
    I snapped the book shut.
    Oh Fuck!
     

 
    Chapter Two
     
    Reading this wasn’t exactly news to me, that was the problem. The moment I had admitted it to myself was bad enough, but I had also made another terrible mistake. I had admitted it to Chris’s new girlfriend, Tammy Maskala. Not by choice, mind you; if Point Shank hadn’t become so out of hand with crossed wires, with Tammy mistaking my secret feelings for Tess’s boyfriend, my feelings would have gone to the grave. But in order to clear up the fact, I unwittingly admitted my crush on Adam, and now it was out, like an airborne disease; okay, maybe that was a bit extreme. But I had forced Tammy into a vow of silence, one I had almost made her seal in a blood oath, especially since she was dating Chris, Adam’s older brother. Ugh, this was what I didn’t miss at all: small-town gossip. A lot of the time I tried to put my feelings down to small-town syndrome—that you just run out of boys to admire and then this happens, you fall for your best friend. Inevitable disaster, right? Then why was it that no matter how I tried to convince myself that what I was feeling was a really bad idea, that my heart grew more and more adamant with every moment I spent with Adam? Yep, I definitely had to get away, this could not happen. I was determined to convince myself of it, not even telling Tess my secret, and I told Tess everything. So, yeah, this was big—huge!
    I took in a deep breath, chucking the diary into the pile, thinking now was really not the time to reminisce about the summer trip to Point Shank which was pretty much just days trapped in a car with Adam, just him and me and my infuriating feelings. Nope, this would not do; I needed to sleep, to forget, if not momentarily. I was physically exhausted from the week’s work, but not quite mentally. Maybe a trip down ancient memory lane might tire me? I thought reaching for 1991, where a thirteen-year-old, boy-crazed Ellie’s handwriting slanted in an elegant blue ink would help. I smiled, leaning my back against the couch as I read.
    Maybe this was the way to go: