Spring Break Chapter one- The news.

I’m Serena Pool. I’m 17 years old. This year I’m graduating Milsten high. My mother yeah she’s kind of scary. Most mothers want their daughter to head off to collage and find a job. Nope, not my mom. She’d rather have me get married and have kids as soon as possible.

“Serena? Are you even listening to me?” Kelly asked. Kelly Barber is my best friend. She’s been through life with me since the diaper era. Now we’re seniors and who knows how we’re going to stay friends in different collages. She’s more of a model and I’m more of the brains.

I looked around the cafeteria and saw dozens of kids. Some eating lunch others vomiting lunch. And yes, that happens a lot. You could say the food here is nasty, but it’s more of the girls “I want to be skinny” technique. It’s really gross. Oh and the guys here love it. Not the vomiting but the whole skinny body, big ass look.

“Um, sorry I wasn’t. Say it again?” I replied giving her one of my sorry expressions.

“Yeah, like I was saying, what exactly are you doing for spring break? Maybe we can drive out to Florida and hang there. It’ll be fun.” She suggested.

I shrugged. I have no idea what my mom has planed for me this year. Ever since I was a freshman, my mom has always tried to set me up with a guy. Whether it was a hot guy, a nerd or even one that spoke French, she was dieing to get me engaged or worse knocked up.

I know, my mom is extremely weird. She’s not one of those foreign mom’s that gets your marriage set up when your born. My mom is more of a “I want grandchildren and to see my daughter with a man.” It’s quite creepy actually. Last year, she tried to get me together with my camp counselor. He was cute but, way too old. He was 29. I just hope this year is different. Who knows, maybe I’ll do something productive for collage.

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“Honey, please listen. It’s totally safe. Don’t worry, I’m your mother I wouldn’t make you do something terrible.” My mom said. Oh boy! Not something terrible! Is she out of her mind!

“Mom, I can not do that. It’s beyond crazy. Spring break on a private island, staying in house with 12 guys! That doesn’t sound crazy to you? How could nothing go wrong? You don’t even know the 12 guys!” I shouted, smearing peanut butter over a thick slice of bread.

“Serena, you know I mean well. And I want what is best for you. Look, all I’m saying is try it.” She answered.

“But, mom, think about it, 12 guys and one girl. I could see the myspace headlines now: Serena’s a slut, Serena slept with 12 guys or my personal favorite Serena Pool is pregnant! Besides mom, how is this the best for me?” I asked.

She walked up to me and wiped my forehead. “When your father and I divorced, it was the worst thing imaginable. I want you to see what being with a guy is like. I don’t want you to marry at a late age and have no time for children or get married late and divorce your husband.” She stated.

The thought of me and 12 guys just didn’t ring in my head at all. I mean, me. Of all the hot girls out there, me. Serena Pool? The girl with straight black hair that reached her lower back and boring brown eyes. The girl with the least butt and the not so full, not so slim figure. It made no sense. Of course it sounded exciting but, who knows? What if I do get pregnant? What if the guys take advantage of me? How many rooms are there? If there is only one room, I am definitely flying back home.

“I don’t know mom. I wanted to spend time with Kelly. And wouldn’t you of all people be worried of the things that can happen to me?” I asked, assuming her answer would be something along the lines of: No sweetie, I give you permission to get pregnant or don’t worry about sleeping with twelve men. It’s obvious that my mom’s parenting skills flushed down the toilet ever since her and dad split up.

“Serena, I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. I’ll be calling you everyday. Nothing bad is going to happen. These boys were raised to behave. That’s what I was told.” She replied, grabbing a banana off the counter and shoving it in her mouth.

“Alright. I guess I’ll go. As long as dad approves. When do I leave?” I asked. Oh sure, they’ll most definitely behave. I’m am so sure. No adults supervision? Yeah you can tell what’s on their minds without even meeting them. After all, boys are all the same.

**(hey it’s mina, I just wanted to say I won’t post more chapters until I finish teen scene.com. Thanks for reading!)**