All There Is

2.Hannah

Stupid Girl // Garbage

The ride to Salt Creek made me sick. Literally. As soon as we got here, I was racing to the bathroom and losing my lunch, my breakfast and probably last night's dinner. The perfect start to the weekend. I groan and rinse my mouth, wandering back to the main lobby where my family is waiting. Mom, Dad, my sister and my relatives are all standing together with their suitcases, talking.

"Oh, there you are sweetie! Feeling better?" My mom puts her arm around my shoulder and pulls me in.

"Sure, I'm great." My tone says that I'm anything but great.

"Your tummy has always been so sensitive." She gives my back a little rub and suddenly I'm six years old again.

I shrug. Whatever, we're here now for the long weekend. My Aunt Jess and her family surprised us with a weekend at the Salt Creek resort for some skiing. They've got money to burn and this is how they choose to burn it. I have to say, for a family from North Hills, they stay pretty grounded. Jeff and his sister Kyra aren't the usual stuck up snobs that live in their neighborhood.

Unlike that asshat, Matt.

"Anyway," my uncle Leo interjects, "we have adjoining cabins and brunch planned for tomorrow morning at ours. Then we'll hit the slopes." Leo hands my dad the room key while we gather our things to head out.

"Leo, you really didn't have to splurge on a cabin. We would have been fine with just a room," my mom says. She loves doing things with her sister's family, but I know she's a little uncomfortable with how much money they spend on outings like this.

"Nonsense." He just waves her off as we follow the pathway to the cabins.

Set at the end of the private section is two huge, multi-level cabins. My mouth gapes because I think these cabins are bigger than our house. My family heads to our cabin and my cousins head to theirs. Jeff already informed me that he and Kyra would be over to ours as soon as they get things settled. My parents and my sister, Sawyer, will head over to their cabin to hang out as well. With my sister being on the autism spectrum, she prefers to stick close to my mom when the surroundings are unfamiliar.

Dad unlocks the door and we all step inside. Holy crap. I look around at the open area filled with upscale furniture. This is no country log cabin. Everything is luxury. Huge floor to ceiling picture windows in the back of the main room overlooks an amazing view of the snow-covered mountains. The moon is full, making the white snow seem to glow. There's already a fire crackling in the iron pot-bellied stove in the corner. Overstuffed couches and loungers surround the sitting area. The room opens up to a fully appointed kitchen with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. As if my mom is going to cook on vacation, but I guess some people might.

I drag my bag into one of the bedrooms, there are six, and find a queen-sized sleigh bed. I drop everything and make a running dive onto the plush bedding, sinking into the softness and sighing.  Ok, this might not be so bad. I hate skiing but sleeping in this thing? Yeah, I'm down for a good long snooze.

Before I can even relax, I hear my mom call to me that they are headed to Aunt Jess's place and I can join if I want.

"Jeff said he and Kyra are coming here." I reply and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I still have rank breath from my car ride disaster. I hear the door shut as I'm rinsing and spitting.

After cleaning up and grabbing a snack from the fully stocked kitchen, I set myself up on one of the loungers. Blanket, cookies and hot cocoa certainly don't hurt. I hear a knock then the door opens revealing Kyra and Jeff. Kyra's already changed into comfortable hang out sweatpants, but Jeff is still in boots, jeans and a flannel shirt. He's such a bumpkin sometimes.