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    Summertime Madness
    Summertime Madness
    Summertime Madness
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    Summertime Madness

    By April Klasen

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    Trixie is eighteen and happy to move on from high school and everything that happened before she moved.
    But how can she forget the first boy she ever loved? Especially when he's tagged along for the summer holiday with all of her other friends.
    Now she has the drama Bonny and Tristan are causing, Meg's whining, Chelsea's controlling, Nick and Dan's stupidity, and Ryan's lack lustre love life to deal with on top of Hale. How did he grow up to be such a hottie? And how can she keep from getting hurt again?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherApril Klasen
    Release dateFeb 22, 2015
    ISBN9780992475291
    Summertime Madness
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    April Klasen

    Indie author. BL and fanfic whore. Artist. April Klasen lives in regional Australia. You find more of her work at www.aprilklasenbooks.weebly.com or on social media as @defiantdame

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      Summertime Madness - April Klasen

      Summertime Madness

      April Klasen

      Independently Published

      2015

      Copyright © 2015 by April Klasen

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

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      Acknowledgements

      A special thanks to all of my friends, without them I wouldn’t have been able to write an honest scene about teenagers without sounding like a family friendly cheesy movie.

      Thank you editors S and J.

      Thanks Mum and Dad.

      Chapter One: Ordinary

      Friday 27th December

      The wind rushed through the open windows of the car. The hot gust did little to cool the two girls down as sweat squeezed from their pores. Damn it, why had the air conditioning chosen this trip to break down?

      Trixie shoved her dark hair out of her eyes. I thought I’d packed my sunnies, she snarled.

      Bonny smiled. Her blonde fringe flapped in the wind along with the strands of hair that had escaped the bun. You can buy new ones in town. She rolled her shoulders. Who’s going to be there, again?

      Chelsea, obviously. Um…Meg, Nick, Dan and Ryan. This trip is going to be a bitch fest. Trixie leaned forward and pushed buttons on the radio. Oh, I love this song! She turned the volume loud and sang at the top of her lungs.

      Bonny screamed out the lyrics with her to Summertime Sadness.

      Bonny and Trixie had been best friends since they were fourteen. Bonny loved her friend but Trixie had opinions and couldn’t stand ... well ... most people. Bonny, on the other hand, loved people but she’d learned quickly never to piss off Trixie.

      Do you have the directions?

      Trixie pulled out the handwritten notes. It’s on the other side of town. We take the first left at the cemetery and follow the lane to the end.

      A cemetery? Bonny shivered.

      Yep, where the dead rest until summoned on the eve of the New Year by the unintentional chanting of teenagers. She tried to make her voice sound scary but ruined it with the smile.

      Still, Bonny yelped. Stop it. I hate that horror movie stuff.

      It’s true. Ghosts walk the beach late at night, searching for a new body to snatch. She giggled. However, there is one thing to ward off the dead...a bonfire!

      Bonny indicated to turn off the highway. We’re in the middle of summer and a total fire ban.

      Trixie pouted. Well a girl can still dream.

      Try visualising.

      Ugh! Don’t start that again! Trixie shook her head.

      It works. I visualised acing my exams, and I did.

      And that has nothing to do with all of that studying you did?

      That too. Bonny smirked.

      Trixie stared at the tiny tourist town. Small gift shops, no parking and dozens of families walking around in swimmers and thongs. It was nothing compared to Nelson Bay.

      As they left the town, they passed a caravan park.

      I hope the beach we’re going to isn’t crowded. Bonny pouted.

      It may have been fifty years ago when Chelsea’s grandparents bought the house. Most of the people here are families, and they don’t wander the sands late at night, or this far out.

      They turned left at the cemetery and followed the narrow lane dented with potholes and lined with gum trees. Sunlight flickered through the branches onto the roof of a house.

      They stared in amazement. Oh. My. God, they said in unison.

      I thought Chelsea said it was a beach bungalow.

      The grey weatherboard house stood two stories high with white trim around the windows and a wraparound veranda. The closer they got, the more they saw of the splitting timber and peeling paint.

      Bonnie stopped the car at the end of a row of parked vehicles. Trixie’s suspicions heightened at the sight of an odd looking car with red Probationary plates. That didn’t belong here. A sick feeling tugged at her gut. God, I hope that car isn’t the one I think it is.

      Chelsea ran down the stairs, her fiery red hair streaming behind her. Hello!

      Hello. Bonny smiled brightly as she got out of the car.

      Trixie glowered. Hey, who owns the other car?

      Oh, that’s Hale’s. He and Tristan are staying too. Chelsea smiled.

      Trixie groaned. Hale? As in the biggest douche bag to ever live?

      Hale, as in an attractive nice guy, Chelsea replied.

      Ha! Tristan is nice. Hale, no way.

      What do you have against him, Trix?

      Everything. I just hope Tristan doesn’t start to follow Hale’s bad habits.

      Ugh, you’re such a goodie-two-shoes!

      They both looked at Bonny who stood silently beside them, and noticed her blush.

      Bon? Trixie bit her lip so as not to smile.

      Hmm?

      Are you alright? You seem a little... red in the face.

      Hmm. I mean, yeah I’m fine.

      Trixie couldn’t stop it now. She full on grinned. You still have the hots for Tristan.

      Bonny shook her head violently. She kept her eyes down on her toes. Trixie could only guess what she was thinking. Not again. She couldn’t admit to that and be crushed like last time.

      Chelsea sighed. Hurry up. It’s too hot out here. She rushed back to the veranda.

      Bonny went around the car and opened the trunk.

      Don’t worry, Bon.

      She jumped as Trixie moved in beside her. What do you mean?

      This isn’t going to be a repeat of Year Ten, and if anything does happen, we can dispose of his body back at the cemetery and no one would know where to look. She bumped their shoulders together. He’ll have to get through me before he hurts you.

      Thanks, Bonny whispered.

      The girls pulled out their bags and slammed the trunk shut.

      Inside the house the air was cool. Every window and door was open, letting the sea breeze in. Upstairs, the heat rose. The hardwood floors creaked and groaned under each step they took.

      Where is everybody? Bonny asked.

      All over the place. I think the boys are surfing.

      A door popped open. Yay! Meg screamed and rushed out of a bedroom.

      Trixie stepped aside and rolled her eyes. Great, why did this one have to be here? She stared at the other blonde. Has she cut her hair to match Bonny’s?

      Meg threw her arms around Bonny. Finally you’re both here. I’ve been waiting forever.

      Hey, Meg. Bonny pulled away and turned to Chelsea. "Which room can I dump my stuff

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