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My Summer Vacation

By Isa Adam

Copyright@2018 by Isa Adam

Smashwords Edition

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.







My body needed rest, I could tell by the fatigue in my bones and the tired feeling that weighed heavily on me. I walked with bags under my eyes and was no longer as productive and effective like an I used to be. That is why when the high school reunion invite came through my mail I was more than happy to leave the two for a few minutes. I had taken a leave of absence from work with pay of course after working none stop for the last three years. I had always turned out all invites over the summer to make the extra money but now felt like my body needed the rest.

The invite was actually well designed and very beautiful. It got me secretly wondering which one among my friends back in high school was behind the creative design. My mind raced back to my high school days. I used to have hopes and dreams and plans of how I would be a millionaire but was now living just to pay my bills. I thought back to the young Victor and wondered what I would tell a young me if given the chance. Life was not as easy as any of us thought it would be and it showed after working for the same company for almost 7 years with barely any promotion.

After clearing my leave days with the HR department, I booked a ticket to Fairfield and decided to show up a few days before the reunion. This would also give me the time to get in touch with my family back home and catch up before the reunion. I was scheduled to fly home the next day and decided to check my phone book for anyone who I may be used to talk to but of course there was no one. I didn’t have much of a social life and after letting my old next door neighbor Mrs. Sucre stiff me on babysitting cat fees I was on my way back home.


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