My Bae from Maine

Chapter 2

My house was small; A light yellow house with three thick steps to the front porch.

It was small, but it seemed to fit my family perfectly. Aaron, my ten year old brother, had the smallest room, which he complained about on every chance he could take. Violet, who was eleven, shared a room with my other sister Peyton, who was also eleven, who were complete opposites. Then there was me; Cassidy James, the oldest not by much, 13 and a half. The second biggest bedroom next to Mom and Dad's.

That was all about to change. Of course, my siblings loved the idea, but I disagree.

Our house was perfect, and now Mom and Dad and their four kids would have to share a home with an old person. Just great.

"So, it will take us about an hour to get to the airport," Mom started, "When we get there we'll board the plane and it will take us almost six hours to get to Maine, so you'll have a lot of time to do whatever."

I sighed; Violet and Peyton were already arguing, Aaron was already complaining, Dad was yelling at Aaron to be quiet, and Mom was yelling at the girls to be quiet. How lovely was the next six hours of my life to be!

After an excruciating hour and five minutes, we were parking our car in front of the airport.

"I already bought us a rental car that would be good for a year, so we could just leave the car in one of the locking car gates." My father said, seeming entirely proud of himself.

I rolled my eyes.

Walking up the stairs to the plane, I felt a pinch of anxiety, as I always did as I boarded planes.

Picking the seat was easy: Just sat right beside and elder lady that I didn't know, but was still better than sitting anywhere near my family.

She smiled at me, "Hello," she revealed a neat smile, which was obviously dentures.

"Hello," I smiled back, "Why are you headed to Maine?" I wanted to be polite, and I wanted her to ask me why I was on the way.

"Oh just to travel. I went through the map of all the places I've visited in the world and I realized that Maine wasn't one of them. Plus, I've got family in Maine," she looked at me, "Are you with anybody sweetie?"

I nodded, "My mom, my dad, and my two sisters and one brother. They are over there," I pointed towards the back of the plane, "Sometimes I just want to get away."

She smiled, "I used to feel the same way about my eight sisters. They told me I was the ugliest of the bunch, and maybe that was true. When we got older, they all moved to Maine I guess to get away from me. Well, the only reason they stayed in Sacramento for a second was because of Momma."

I nodded, hoping she continued the conversation.

"Momma died when I turned nineteen. She died of smoking; she got lung cancer. When I was younger it was the thing to smoke. The cool people smoked."

I nodded.

"So, why are you going to Maine?"

"My grandmother is dying. She has a sort of cancer that I forgot, I think it's Ovarian, and she's dying. My mom said it would be best if the family went to live with her for a few months."

She looked sad, "Well, I'm sorry. It's hard having a relative that has cancer. I hope she feels better."

I looked down, "I never met her before. She's my mom's mom, and my mom told me that she has been looking forward in seeing me since I was wee little."

"Why hadn't she?"

"Money," I said. Money was the reason for everything nowadays. My family isn't the richest, or the poorest. We are sort of the average family, with a nice house, plenty of food, and a good enough wardrobe. Some people had nothing, not even food on the table.

She nodded as if she read my thoughts, "Isn't that the reason for everything," she straightened her purse on her lap, "My family never really had troubles with that though, because of my father who died a few years ago."

I felt sorry. Even though at times I disliked my parents, I could never imagine them being gone: forever. Sometimes I don't even know how I could live if my parents weren't in my life.

Day grew to night, and the old lady along with my family were sleep in their seats. I was fully awakened, staring at all the people on the plane.

Then I heard him, "We will be landing in Maine in about twenty minutes."

I smiled to myself.