My name is Summer. Out of all the seasons, I am I, and I am proud to be I. For if I wasn't I, who would I be? Probably a woman named Ethel, that's who. As I was saying, I am Summer. I am fifteen years old; at least as far as earth time is concerned. Being fifteen, it makes it quite confusing for me when construction workers and the like yell, "HEY BABY!" I want to bring it to their attention quite rudely that I am NOT an infant - to tell them that I am fifteen, and 5'2" in height, as opposed to 7'2" (which I'm assuming is the normal infant stature). In the worst-case scenario, I want to take whichever metal tool they have in their hand and clonk them over the skull with it. Which would be pointless, considering the yellow protective apparatus that most construction workers wear on their head would prevent any serious cranium damage. I've always had a problem with those things...the many jobs of construction - and those who practice them, for that matter - are filled with glamour. The apparatuses, for lack of a better-sounding plural, just don't fit the atmosphere. The only gay man in the Village People started a very bad trend with that. Anyway, back to I. I live in an office building. People around here call it a "house" but I'm not sure if that's the correct jargon. I have a cubicle, though as far as space I am quit gifted. There's enough to fit a bed and such in here. There are also papers everywhere, which are all supposed to be covered with important data, but I forget to writ it all down. So, instead, I sketch and write on the pieces of paper to take up my spare time. There are two taller people that live with me: a male and a female, and they assume the "boss" position. They tell me to do things, reprimand me when I don't, and give me privileges and discounts. Therefore, it's only right of me to conclude that I live in an office building and have two bosses. Sometimes the female boss tells me I think backwards; in which case, I usually respond, "!Backwards think not do I" Then she pats me on the head and saunters off to deal with other business. I'm assuming she has other employees, but hey - I'll figure that one out once I'm on payroll. In my lengthy, short life, I have seen many completely normal, peculiar things. This series is about the adventures that I embark on, in my own backyard. At least...I think it is... ...Who are you? TO BE CONTINUED...