Summer diaries is a central upbeat Teen/YA fiction novel told from the funny hilarious perspective of high school dork, Summer Scotts and her tales of wild crazy adventures with her wild adventurous friends, Shayna, Charlize, June and dawn. together, they make up the EPC, an event planning committee. things are all colours and rainbows and star dust when they land the hit deal of organizing homecoming. however with problems like June's crush madness on the roll, a witch in Gabbana and Gucci heels and a cutie in blonde and leather jackets, will homecoming be their best night of all or would it all go down the drain?
Excerpt:
THE GIRL WHO LIVED ( yeah. harry potter much?)
Being a kid in the 21st century America's not as snazzy as you think, believe me. Coupled with the fact that the pressure to suceed is KILLING, you've got to pick a career that sounds professionally UN-fashionable just to look good. You're either an engineer or something KA-bonkers, like a physiotherapist or a paleatologist without even the slightest fashy ring to it. But believe me if my mom thinks I'm a total nerdy genuis with the KAY- RAY-ZEE ambition of becoming a lawyer or a doctor ( Eek!) then she's crazy. I've got to deal with the fact that my older brother Henry's a colossal idiot and Danny a 2 feet 10 inch size grenade waiting to explode to handle studying stuff that doesn't even sound REMOTELY sensible.
But then there's the worst of all American horrors.
HIGH SCHOOL( Gulp!)
I’m not ugly you see but for some reason, I’ve never really had a reasonable boyfriend. I’m tall, slender and light skinned with your nice cool blonde hair which I believe is the trade-mark of every potential diva queen and high school CCP which BTW means cute cool and popular. That's what high school girls with money, beauty, popularity, cool hair and most of, a cute hunk BF call themselves. Its the clique of the blonde and beautiful. The cool and popular. The hot and rich. And that clique is chaired by Cathy walker, the school's meanest, nastiest witchiest CCP there is. Cathy's night in daylight, winter in summer. And God do I hate her! I mean, every dork and social freak in school hates her, even her clique of friends that call themselves the B&B's, the blondes and beautiful. They're almost always gossiping about her behind her back. To everyone else, Cathy's a queen, the A student, the nice cheery cheerleader. But to we dorks, she's halloween at christmas. Cathy doesn't make lemonades out of lemons. She just squeezes the juice into other people's eyes. And she's my every nightmare come true.
I'm sure you're wondering where Summer Scotts ( obviously me) fits in. Well, let's be explicit shall we?
I'm your typical high school cutie, jeans and shoes and all but I'm majorly a dork. A fashion obsessed dork. Yeah I know you can't find that anywhere but it's true. And that's why Cathy Walker HATES MY GUTS. I don't get laughed at, or bullied or ruined online. Up until now, the worst thing that could have possibly happened to me was having a bad hair day or a gigantic pimple on homecoming night. But all that changed as soon as i met Cathy Walker.
On any normal day I'm either in class or out hanging out in the loos with my besties, Shayna, Carlizza, June and Dawn. We've been friends for like, FOREVER and together, we make up the EPC, short for the event planning committee. We basically plan and organize small events in town. Birthday parties, discos, grad school parties and basically any event we can make money from. and that's exactly what I was doing on that cold chilly september morning of my freshman year, hunting desperately for events and parties to organize before christmas. The EPC actually has a really long history, starting with the fact that Shayna, June, Carlizza and I have been friends since seventh grade while Dawn and I since like forever. The EPC was finally born in tenth grade ( cheesy story hunh? NOT!)
So there I was, hunting people down and begging for party offers from jock to nerd with a cup of hot swirling coffee in one hand and a small sign up clipboard. Yeah, no one said sucess comes easy. Cathy was giving a little vote-me-for-prom-queen speech on a raised platform held by Jenny and Jess, her two gum-addicted minions. And i didn't mean it though. It was a complete accident but then I slipped shamelessly over my own feet, tripped over Cathy's platform and my hot sizzling coffee came spilling through her champagne Zac Posen party dress and her smooth obviously FAKE tan skin. In one hilarious minute Cathy'd migrated from cool, hot and popular to REAL hot and dress-all-soiled. She jumped and squealed, yelling for help and going totally hysterical over her 'poor delicate skin', her 'expensive dress that could easily be replaced but still' and her ' poor brain choking in the epic embarassment'. Yeah i felt terrible about it. I hadn't meant to embarrass her, not that I haven't fantasized about it, course I have. The thing with Cathy's that she a little psycho... understatement... very psycho. And when she hates you, your life's a living hell. Literally.
