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As we got closer and closer to the house, I could feel that familiar flutter in my chest. It held a million promises of summer and of what just might be. It was like coming home after you’d been gone a long, long time. Seeing the town again, Jimmy’s Crab Shack, the Putt Putt, all the surf shops. We drove through town slowly, and even though I’d just teased Steven about it, I didn’t really mind. It was what bothered him most about our parents being divorced, being the lone guy, without our dad to take his side. We both had terrible voices, and Steven shook his head in his disgusted Steven way. I sang even louder, which woke up my mother, and she started to sing too. “Belly, your voice makes me want to run this car into the ocean.” He pretended to swerve right. Loves horses and her boyfriend too.” Steven reached over to switch stations, and I slapped his hand away. Tom Petty was singing “Free Fallin’.” I sang right along with him. I found my favorite station, the one that played everything from pop to oldies to hip-hop. I was as familiar with them as I was with the ones back home, and listening to Q94 made me just really know inside that I was there, at the beach. One of my favorite things about going to the beach was the radio stations. “That guy in a wheelchair just lapped us!” Steven ignored me, and so I started to fiddle with the radio. “People like you shouldn’t even be allowed to drive.” “Hey, look,” I said, pointing out the window. It’s gonna be my car soon, you know.” “If you ever get your license,” he scoffed. “And take your dirty feet off my dashboard.” I wiggled my toes back and forth. “Let’s pass that kid on the bike.” Steven shrugged me off. “Go faster,” I urged Steven, poking him in the shoulder. Even when she slept, she looked alert, like at any second she could wake up and direct traffic. Meanwhile, my mother was passed out in the backseat. I sat next to him in the passenger seat with my feet up on the dashboard. My brother, Steven, drove slower than our Granna. Leseprobe The Summer I Turned Pretty chapter one We’d been driving for about seven thousand years. The summer that Belly turns pretty is the summer that changes everything-for better and for worse. Every summer Belly hoped it would be different. Belly has spent her summers at the beach house with Conrad and Jeremiah, who had never noticed her noticing them.