User:Mjlove12

Last Summer

Summer, in general, is supposed to be fun and happy and blah blah blah. Well, my idea of 'fun' is staying indoors with T.V. Unfortunately for me, my parents had better ideas. So, the next week, they shipped me     off to Crime City, as I called it. Or, California as most called it. The state of sunshine and sunburn, the state of crime and fun. I hated it. I hated every second of it. Every little millisecond.

But, I had my own room, and didn't have to share with any siblings. Well, they weren't my real ones anyways. As i stepped of the plane, my grandmother was waiting for me, holding a sign that read my last name in              big, bold, letters. LEON. She guided me to the car, fretting over my hair and clothes, but never toughing me even though she had gloves on.