A Mythical Journey

PROLOGUE

Moving to a different state can make someone feel either super happy or super nervous (or both). I should be happy and excited to move to California. If you watch YouTube, you probably know Rhett and Link, if you do you're probably a mythical beast, and if indeed you are a mythical beast, then you know that they currently live in LA. That is exactly where we are heading. I am a mythical beast, I've been one since GMCL. And my biggest wish is to meet Rhett and Link. I had been trying to convince my parents to move to LA for years (I used to talk them into moving to North Carolina before) and the answer was always a firm and cold; "No, we don't have the money." But two years ago my cousin's family moved there and we were going to visit them this fall. Too late! MythiCon already passed! And we'll be gone before something else happens. So I'm too disappointed to be excited or nervous. I sleep the rest of the trip.

When we arrive my aunt receives us, she calls Alex, my cousin to help us carry all our belongings inside.

"Eevee, look at you" my aunt squealed after giving me a long hug, "You've grown up so much!!! The last time I saw you, you were barely four feet tall"

I only smile back at her. She used to call me Eve and eventually it became Eevee, like the Pokémon. I guess she is right, I have grown up quite a lot, but then again, I haven't seen her sine I was twelve. I am seventeen now.

"Can't call you shorty anymore, huh Lynn" Alex smirked at me.

"You haven't grown too much, maybe you should be called shorty now." I tease Alex back.

Alex likes to call me Lynn. I don't mind it so much, but my aunt does. She thinks it sounds like a guy's name, so she calls me Eevee. Personally I like almost any nickname given to me. Almost nobody calls me by my actual name, Evelyn.

After we put away all our packaging, we have dinner. Lasagna accompanied by a fresh salad, garlic bread and apple cider. My aunt was so happy to receive us. She didn't have to prepare a fancy dish, but she wanted to. My uncle arrived home from work half way through the dinner. He and my dad are brothers and they get along just fine.

I used to always wish for siblings. You see, I'm kind of an outsider. I tend to see and understand things differently. I think differently. In school I have only a few friends, and although they're kind, they just don't understand things all the time. My parents aren't bad parents, I'm just not sure I can trust them, or think they're my friends. Specially my dad. It's as if we're opposites. We never agree with anything. If I choose white, he chooses black. If I go right, he goes left. We'll never understand each other. I used to always get in trouble trying to make my father think like me, but years of experience have thought me it's best to keep my mouth shut. I'm not going to convince him, might as well save myself the scolding and the words. So I always thought that maybe, just maybe if I had siblings, I could help them see things like I do, then I would never feel like an outsider again. I always wanted like five little siblings, but my dad thought it was more than enough with me. So I gave up asking, in anyway I convinced myself that those kids might not even be like me at all, and my case would be worse.