"Jack, Thanksgiving break, here we come! Where is the dog?" I asked as I sashayed out of the doors to high school, meeting up with my boyfriend in the field. "About Jo, Zoey... My grandmother took him for the rest of the week so we could go on a small little Thanksgiving break vacation without worrying about him..." Jack explained, holding my hand as we walked to the Toyota. "What! Jack, Jo was supposed to go with us on our little vacation! The little bulldog puppy hasn't been to the beach yet!" I said, stamping my designer high heel on the cement in frustration, my wavy brown hair flowing in the wind. "I'm sorry, Zoey... But my grandmother hasn't seen a dog in 10 years, and I just couldn't say no to someone who helped raise me..." Jack sighed, helping me get into the car. "I helped raise you to popularity, Jack. Tell your little old grandmother we're taking Jo with us, or I'll find a new boyfriend to take on a beach vacation." I snapped, pointing my sharp, glittering, French-manicured finger at him. When we arrived at Jack's apartment, he said, "Zoey, I can't do it. Take your stuff and go, find another boyfriend to go on vacation with. I care about family more than I care about some rich, beautiful, popular girlfriend." I stopped walking. "Alright, have it your way." I snapped, gathered all my stuff, and put it into two glittering silver designer suitcases, got all my money back, and left. I got in my Mercedes and called Max, one of my backup boyfriends on my iPhone 12. With no hesitation, he snapped to say he would be my new boyfriend and go on a beach vacation with me.