Where to Now Smart Ass? by Gabriella Scranton (best motivational books to read .txt) 📕

Isabelle stomped her Louis Vutton heel into the shiny wooden floors of her parents den.
“Mom this isn’t fair!”
Maybe if she fought hard enough she could convince her parents, or more like her mother, against this.... dilemma.
“No this final. I’m sorry, but we already told Jake’s parents.” Her mother told her sternly.
“Daddy?!” She pouted at him with her big green eyes.
Yeah she was ‘Daddy’s little princess’ and maybe a wee bit spoiled, but who said a little money ever changed anything?
“Not going to work this time sweetheart. You’re mother’s decision is non- negotiable.” He leaned in to kiss her forehead.
She pouted slightly and bit down on her lip.“Why are you making me do this Ma? I don’t even know who this ‘Ms. Paxton is!” Her mother rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.
“We told you already, Ms. Paxton is a friend of both Jake's mother and I..”
Back in college Lorena, her mother’s best friend, and her mother herself, had become very close with some old lady. How exactly two college girls became all buddy buddy with some old cat lady and actually managed to maintain a friendship for all those years Isobella just didn't know. she doubted that the old hag even knew what texting was let alone how work a cell phone.
“So? Why can’t you guys go?” It didn’t make sense. her mother hadn't ever mentioned her ‘close friend miss Paxton’ before.
“Sweetie you know both your father and I love you very much. But we’ve been through this numerous times now!”
Her mother was frustrated and anyone within a mile away could see that. Her hair was a mess and her eyes looked dull and tired. Meaning to say, not her typical mother. The one obsessed with perfection, and self image.
“I know Ma, but this still isn’t fair.”
Her mind was pleading that her mom would give in. But it was no use.
“Isabelle! This isn’t up for discussion! Jake’s driving, so it’s not like you have much to do anyways.”
Isabelle’s eyes widened.
“Wait what?!” She knew her mother couldn't be serious.
“Jake’s driving?” Her mom said cautiously and slightly confused.
“Why does he get to drive? Why can’t I? Why is HE even coming on this trip? Why am I going on this trip? How come he can’t go alone?” She could hear her voice starting to rise with each word.
She hated him. Honestly, she’d rather put a fire out with her face then go on the stupid trip.
“Isabelle! Why are you being such a drama queen!” Her mother seethed. “ I’m sure Mrs. Ace wouldn’t want her son going across the country alone! And neither do I. So, you can either start packing now, get over this fit you’re having or you can sit there,” she said pointing a corner of the room. “So have fun sweetie!” Her mother smilied sarcasticaly
Her father cut in. “I think what your mother means is that well.... ummm.... you...” He was lost for words. Clueless on how to help the situation.
“Henry please! I meant what I said!”
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Isabelle’s POV
I threw my shoes into my open suitcase.
Ugh this was so unfair! I mean I thought they loved me!! Ok, I was being a bit of a drama queen but still, this was Jake Ace we were talking about. Now you’re probably wondering who was this Jake Ace person right?
Jake Ace was a Grade A Jackass. He treated girls like objects and had no morals. At one point you could actually say that we were friends, best friends even. But then he just changed sometime around fifth grade he stopped wearing superman shorts and bedsheets as capes. His once soft blue eyes turned cold and hard, it was like he was a different person. But whatever, it’s not like that matters anyways, he hates me I hate him and thats just life.
I jumped on my king sized bed, rubbed my hand along the soft purple comforter and looked around my large room.
I don’t wanna go on this trip! It was summer, all I wanted to do was hang with my friends, tan, go to the beach! But my stupid mother had to ruin it all.
“I don’t hear packing up their!” My annoying mother called up.! “stop procrastinating and get to work. You leave in less than twelve hours!”
I looked over at the suitcase next to me and sighed. New york to California , Yay! Note the sarcasm in my voice. How long could that possibly take by car, 3-4 days max right?
“Mom!” I called down.
“What?” She yelled half concerned half annoyed.
“How much should I pack for?”
“Huh”
“How long should I pack for? Do you think 4 days is ok?”
“Oh, I would pack longer than that, it could take up to a week just to get there and have you forgotten that you’re spending the whole summer there? That’s two and a half months!”
Shit really that long?
“Hey watch your language missy!”
Did I just think out loud?
“Yes, yes you did! Now get packing!”
I walked to my closet and took everything i could grab off the hangers and laid them on my bed. I looked at the massive pile on my bed and grabbed the remaining clothes out of the closet. This seems good enough, besides you can never be too repaired.
Hmm what else do I need to bring?
I turned my head and noticed a checklist on my nightstand. Typical. Thanks mom.
Roadtrip Checklist:

Clothes
Shoes
Money (We will give you $2500, $1000 in cash and the rest will be put in the bank)
Sunscreen
Phone
Charger
‘Shampoo
Conditioner
Body Wash
Makeup
Hair Brush
Books

Thought I’d give you a list of the basic things you will need while away. Your phone can only make calls to me or Jake’s parents. I have done this so there are no distractions. And when I said basic I meant all you may bring with you. I will check your bags if I have to.
xoxo
Mom

She is such a control freak!
I sighed loudly again and slowly packed away all of the things I needed. Remembering to keep an outfit out for the morning and also bring my gym back which held pj’s for tomorrow, a wallet that will soon hold some of the money they would give me and my phone.
I closed the suitcase carefully and slipped out of my clothes throwing on my silk nightgown I realized this would be the last time I’d get to sleep in my bed for a while. That didn't stop me from falling asleep instantly.
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I woke up to the sound of beeping. It was my alarm clock. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the time. 6:00?!
My mom wandered into my room. i pretended to be sleeping,
“Oh good you’re up. Come down stairs when you’re ready. Jake will be here in a half an hour and please don’t keep him waiting.” damit!
I sighed and slowly got out of bed. Going into the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my hair, I slipped on my clothes and went down stairs.
“Morning Daddy, Mom.”
My dad kissed my forehead said good morning and went back to drinking his coffee. On the other hand my mother was standing there with an envelope in her hand. I looked inside to find the cash she had promised me.
“Thanks Mom.”
“No problem. Jake and his mother should be here any minute.” My Dad looked at his watch and gulped down the rest of his coffee.
“There’s an early meeting and I can’t be late.” He hugged me tight. “I’ll miss you princess.”
“I’ll miss you too Daddy!”
I sat down at the island when I heard the doorbell ring. My mother squealed in happiness. Weird.
“Hi Lorena!” Hi Jake!” She is way too cheerful for 6:30 in the morning. I heard Jake mumble a grumble of hello and walk inside. well someone's not a morning person.
“‘Hey Jake.” I said ‘confidently.
“Whatever. Where are your bags.” I pointed upstairs. “Don’t forget them, I’ll meet you in the car.”
“Honey, you look gorgeous!” I looked up to see a smiling Lorena. She hugged me tight. “You look great!”
I looked down. I was wearing dark short denim shorts, a tight black v-neck to show a little cleavage and a pair of black stilettos. Meaning to say, I looked hot.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“Where’s Jake.” My mother asked.’
“In the car.”
“Did he take your bags?”
“No he told me not to forget them, then left.”
She laughed and I glared at her.
“Oh, you’re serious.”
“Yes mother.”
I made my way upstairs grabbed my bags and went to the car. when I opened the car door i noticed a scowling Jake,
“Look, I don’t like this as much as you do, but we have to live with it.”
“Yeah whatever.” We sat in an awkward silence and waited for the parents to come out.


Inside the confines of the house Mrs. Ace and Frechtte squealed with happiness.
“Do you think it’s going to work?” Mrs. Frechette asked.
“I hope so!” Mrs. Ace squealed back.
“Are you sure you put the wrong maps in the glove box?”
“Yup! The ‘one’s from 1979 right?”
They high fived.
Both women were positive that this was going to be great. As far as they were concerned their kids were perfect for eachother they just needed a chance to know that. So the women had sent them in complete circles for a woman that doesn’t even exist!
“We are so bad,” .

Jake’s POV
Ugh the last thing I wanted to hear was that my mom was shipping me across the country with Isabelle! It’s not like we’re on good terms or anything and I was supposed to spend my summer with the boys’ down in Colorado! I turned the radio up and cringed as I heard “Boyfriend,” by Justin Beiber. I was about to change it when the bitch herself whined.
“Oh my gosh! I love this song!” She bobbed her head to the song and I shook my head with disgust. I reached over and changed it over to a more suitable station. Nickleback came on. Mmmmm, much better.
She grabbed the dial and switched it back. Umm I don’t think so. I changed it again. She was going to change it back when i couldn’t take it anymore.
“Enough! Jesus christ, you will listen to what I listen to when I want to listen to it.”
She looked slightly taken about at my sudden outburst, but quickly redeemed herself.
“You should see a doctor about that.”