It was her tradition. Every afternoon of the summer holiday, if she was at home, stood up at half-sixth in the morning, so that the South Terrace still did not fall off the shade, which had the awning to create. She loved it when she was able to make summer days even longer and to enjoy more fun during the summer holidays. She loved just how she was able to make the right use of every second of the summer vacations to something else. She loved everything the hot months offered her.
With my friends spent the afternoon, with family evenings, but the wound, she belonged to her only. She wondered, sometimes she read, sometimes played games on mobile, but sometimes she wrote short stories as well as her mom. She said she shouldn't have read her stories because she's still young, but she seldom listened to her mother.