It
was summer when everything happened. For me, this thing was totally unexpected.
But just like what they say, unexpected things create the best memories. Well,
they’re right about that.
This summer was supposed to be one
of my best summers. For the record, I’ve never had a best summer ever since I
hit puberty. It all started to turn into boredom. A couple months before
summer, Mom had already planned everything. I guess, a meteor hit the Earth’s
crust and changed Mom’s plans. She canceled every single plan. Every. Single.
Plan. We were planned to spend the summer in grandpa’s cabin in Washington, and
now bye-bye to grandpa’s cabin. Another plan was a trip to Nashville and the
Coca-Cola museum, and again…bye-bye Nashville and Coca-Cola. Long story short,
hello boredom!
Well, on the bright side I didn’t
have to spend any money on anything this summer. But still, it was SUMMER!
Let’s just skip the bummer parts.
So, it had been three days since my boring summer started. As usual, I woke up
late. I ran downstairs, had my breakfast, went back up, and fell flat on my
bed. Those all are my morning routines for this summer. And then, Mom called me
from downstairs and told me to check the mailbox. I groaned but did what I was
told.
I jogged outside, fighting the urge
to hide from the bright shining sun. The mailbox was still the same, red and
dusty. I opened the lid and grabbed all the mails. To be honest, it was pretty
weird for my family to receive such a lot amount of mails at this kind of
season. I mean, people barely stayed home and how did they even send the mails?
I let that question hang there and walked back to my house.
“Here are the mails. Anything else?”
I offered some help even if I wasn’t in the mood of helping anyone.
“Thank you, honey,” said Mom with a
big smile on her face.
I
decided not to go back to my room. The television was nobody’s control right
now, so I turned it on and enjoyed whatever was on. Right after I settled my
butt on the couch, Mom called me back to the kitchen where she opened all the
mails.
“What’s wrong?” I asked feeling a
bit annoyed.
“These are yours,” Mom landed me two
different kinds of mails. One was wrapped up in glossy wrapping papers and the
other one was a box.
I left the television on and ran
upstairs to my room. I had never got any mail before, except from grandpa and
grandma. So, these two packages were surprising. I left the glossy present
alone and opened the other one.
This mail was from one of my
teachers, Mrs. Marvis. She was my 7th grade homeroom teacher. So in
my school, every summer the former homeroom teacher will always give something
to her or his favorite student. Well, I guess this year Mrs. Marvis picked me.
I got a notepad and a mug with some homemade decoration all around it. It says ‘You’re
The Best!’ I awed the presents.
Moving on, I got my hands on the
glossy package. I was rather nervous than excited to open this one. I mean, the
mail got no address, just my name and my address. I slowly opened the package
and it said ‘Congratulation!’ My question was…for what?
Justin Bieber’s face appeared behind
the big ‘Congratulation!’ card. I unfold the t-shirt—yes, it was a t-shirt with
Bieber’s face on it—and two papery things fell out. I settled the t-shirt on my
bed and picked up the fallen things.
“OH MY GOD! MOM!” I screamed my
lungs out and yelled for Mom to come and calm me down.
The two things that fell down a
couple of seconds ago were two concert tickets with gold ribbon holding them
together and one VIP pass for the meet-n-greet session. Right after I ran out
of breath from screaming so loud, not just Mom, Dad and my older brother popped
outside my room.
“What happened?!” asked all three of
them with horror covering their looks.
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