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I keep saying that you need to get a real exterminator in there instead of trying to do everything yourself. No, its not ants, he said. And I dont think well have to worry about those pests again because. I repeated. You mean, like, to a new house?

Thats what I mean. I stared at him, shocked. Why would you move? Did you want a place closer to the lake or something? No, it wasnt about the beach. Then why give up the condo? I asked. If youre not going closer to the lake, theres no reason to live in Millerton. Well, I agree. But thats just it. Im not living in Millerton. But youve always lived in Millerton. You grew up there I grew up there. Why would you leave?

Youll see when we get to Hamilton. Youll love it there, munchkin, he assured me. Its a nice little neighborhood. Great surroundings. Wonderful people.

Youll love spending your summer there, I promise. Its even better than Millerton. Hamilton was a hellhole.

I discovered this three and a half hours later, after listening to every song on my iPod multiple times. Id spent the drive giving Dad the silent treatment, annoyed that he hadnt 16 warned me about this move. Hed always had a bad habit of springing things on me, like new girlfriends those never lasted long enough to matter, though or remodeling the condo. But never anything as drastic as moving to a new town. A new, crappy town.

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I was just thinking that I needed to get on iTunes to download some music when Dads SUV rumbled past the welcome to hamilton! As soon as I saw that exclamation mark, I knew I was doomed. It only got worse as we drove farther into town. One stoplight. A population of less than a thousand. And definitely, definitely no beach. In fact, Dads new house was on the opposite side of Channel 34s viewing area, which put us more than a hundred miles from the lake.

Great, I muttered, watching out the window as white picket fence after white picket fence zoomed past. So much for spending the summer in a bikini. Hey, dont get upset just yet, munchkin. He reached over to pat me on the knee. Millerton had been twice the size of this place. It wasnt really a city, but there was a mall, at least, and all the houses didnt look exactly alike.

There had been some diversity, some color. There were skate parks and weekend mini-golf places. And sometimes Dad took me to the go-kart track in the summer. As we drove through the town, I spotted a library, a grocery store, a bank, and absolutely nothing fun to do. Im going to be so pale when I start college, I whined.

Youll still get a tan. We already have a pool. Whos we? You mean you and me? Dad cleared his throat. Thats the second part of the surprise.

Second part? We pulled into a driveway. The house we faced was pretty big, with a perfect, well-kept yard and neat little shutters on the windows.

The part that caught my attention, though, was the woman standing on the front porch. She was tall, blond, and wearing super-high high heels. Dad, I said. Who is that? He cut the engine and pushed open his door. Honey, Im home! I frowned and climbed out of the SUV.

The woman was already jogging down the sidewalk, which I had to admit was impressive in those heels. Instead of running toward my father, she steered in the other direction and landed right next to me, reaching out and wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug before I could stop her.

Thank God it was a quick one. When she stepped back, she was smiling at me like some kind of lunatic. Oh, Whitley, she said with a sigh, brushing blond hair 18 out of her heart-shaped face. It is so nice to finally meet you. You are just so, so beautiful. Your dads pictures dont do you justice at all. Uh, thanks.

I glanced over at Dad, who was making his way around the SUV, coming toward us.

Then I looked back at this crazy woman. Sorry, but who the hell are you? She looked taken aback for a minute before my father sidled up beside her, slipping his long arm around her shoulders. This is Sylvia. My fiance.

Sylvia Caulfield was a lawyer from Indiana. She and Dad had met last September when Dad was doing a story on Land Between the Lakes, a national recreation area near his condo, and Sylvia was there, visiting the park with a friend from college. Dad asked her for an interview about her experience at the park, and she asked for his phone number. Not long after that, they were crazy in love.

The story made me nauseous. We mostly exchanged e-mails and phone calls for a few months, Sylvia explained as she poured herself a mug of coffee in the houses cheerful kitchen. The pastel blues and greens were in direct contrast to my mood four hours into vacation and already everything was ruined, and I had the strong urge to strangle my father and his bride-to-be. You sure you dont want a cup of coffee, Whitley? I shook my head. She had already offered me one, but Id refused.

I hated coffee with a passion. The smell alone was horrible. Well, anyway. Neither of us expected a long-distance relationship to work out. Especially me, I think. I hadnt dated since my first husband passed away from a heart attack a few years ago. This was so new to me.

I was sure wed break up before Christmas. Did you really think Id let you get away that easy? Dad asked, kissing her on the cheek. Im not that stupid. She blushed and giggled. I couldnt believe I was seeing this. It was like a bad made-for-TV movie. Poor little widow meets successful local celebrity. Then its all flowers and sunshine in suburbia. And it was so unlike Dad. After he and Mom split, my father had turned into a real flirt, which was, you know, pretty normal for a semifamous bachelor.

Every summer when I came to visit he had a new twentysomething bombshell following him like a lost puppy. They always had names like Heather or Nikki, and they spent most of their time in way-too-revealing bikinis, lying on the beach and reading Vogue. Sylvia wasnt one of those girls, though.

In fact, the only thing she had in common with any of them was her hair color, but my father had always preferred blonds. Other than that, she was a total one-eighty from the usual bimbos. For one, she had a real job, whereas all the others had been 21 waitresses or retail clerks. And she was close to his age, too. So not his type. What kind of spell did this chick have him under?

And how the hell could he not tell me about her? But we made it past Christmas, she said, sitting across from me at the kitchen table. I wrinkled my nose as the smell from her mug wafted my way. Finally, we realized we just couldnt stand being apart for so long. Because, of course, your dad couldnt travel to see me with his work, and I dont get out-of-state cases that often. So I asked her to move in with me, Dad said.

And I said no. Sylvia laughed. I just couldnt live in that condo. I scowled. I hated the way she said it. That condo. Like it was a bad place. Didnt she know that that condo had been a home to me? More of a home than Moms house in Indiana ever had been. So we negotiated, Dad continued, either not seeing or choosing to ignore the glare I was giving them both. I realized I wanted to marry her, but Sylvia wanted to live in a family community.

Shed been in the city for too long, and she was right that condo was just too young for me. It was a bachelor pad, and I wanted a real home. Plus, I was driving more than an hour to get to the station every morning. With that kind of trip twice a day, the money I was paying for gas was really ridiculous.

And my sister lives here in Hamilton. Sylvia took a sip of her coffee, beaming at me over the top of the mug. We both knew that this was the perfect place for us. We 22 got engaged last month, and we finally moved everything in last night. I looked at Dad, silently asking for a better explanation. Why had he let this woman convince him to move out of the condo and into this place? Who was she to make him change? I kept hoping hed burst out laughing and shout, Got you! You really fell for it, munchkin.

But he didnt, and that pissed me off even more.

I got an Illinois license to practice law, moved to a new firm one closer and now your dad is closer to his work, too, Sylvia was saying. Its only thirty minutes to the station from here. And we both just love this little town. Its lovely, isnt it? Sure, I muttered. Id been there for twenty minutes and already hated Hamilton. I never thought Id say this, but I would have rather been back in Indiana. The city would have been better than this place.

Dealing with Mom would have been better than dealing with this little surprise. I couldnt believe Sylvia had talked Dad into moving here. Hamilton so wasnt his style.

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Dad liked bizarre pink flamingos and horseshoe pits in his yard. Not picket fences and clich little gardens.

At the condo, he had these crazy retro paintings and posters in trippy colors hanging from the walls. I think there was even a Velvet Elvis in his bedroom. But there was nothing like that in this house. Floral wallpaper.

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Watercolor art. Nothing with real personality. It was all generic and uniform. Back home. Sylvia got to her feet as the sound of the front door opening caught all of our attention. That must be the kids, she said, hurrying into the living room. I turned to Dad, stunned. Oh, yeah, Dad said, moving to sit in the chair next to mine. Sylvia has two children. I didnt say anything. I was shaking. Pissed, confused, overwhelmed.

Mostly pissed, though. How dare this woman barge into our lives and change everything. How dare Dad let her! How could he just let this woman talk him into moving?

How could he do it and not tell me? You okay, munchkin? He brushed my long chestnut hair out of my face. Its kind of a lot to take in, Dad.

I know, he said. Im sorry. I know because I was with her when she died. I didn't say anything then, and people got hurt because of it. Now Sarah's parents are publishing a Eleven-year-old Nola Sutton has been best friends and neighbors with the Swift boys for practically her whole life. There's the youngest, Kevin, who never stops talking; the oldest, Brian, who's always kind and calm; and then there's Canaan, the ringleader and Nola's best-best friend.

Together, they have a summer of fun a Seventeen-year-old Bianca Piper may not be the prettiest girl in her high school, but she has a loyal group of friends, a biting wit, and a spot-on BS detector. She's also way too smart to fall for the charms of man-slut and slimy scho Most high school sports teams have rivalries with other schools.

At Hamilton High, it's a civil war: the football team versus the soccer team. And for her part,Lissa is sick of it. Her quarterback boyfriend, Randy, is always ditching her to go pick a fight with the soccer team or to prank their locker room. Casey's story is about how she find outs out she has a crush on Toby Bianca's ex.

She feels terrible about liking him and decided to keep the relationship between the two of them a secret. Eventually she is honest with everybody about h What a quick and delightful read! Eventually she is honest with everybody about her relationship with him.

Bailey's story is about bullying. No Bailey is not the victim but she is involved by remaining to be a bystander. The bully is caught and through this experience Bailey learns some valuable lessons. Just to clarify Casey also learns some lessons.

I preferred Bailey's story more than Casey. You do not have to read A Midsummer's nightmare to read this.

I didn't and it made perfect sense to me.And with that thought, I drifted off to sleep. Amazingly awesome Skekododkdjsjjwjwjwdkd h b minding reigning doodling kidding kidding kidding.

Thank God it was a quick one. Did you want a place closer to the lake or something? A new, crappy town. This Book have some digital formats such us :paperbook, ebook, kindle, epub, fb2 and another formats.

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