Lost in the city

2 Emma

Okay, so I might have screamed at my parents a bit too loud. They Just told me that they are sending me away to a whole ass other City in West Norway to live with my cousin and her father that I have never in my life met. The only piece of information I do have of them is that they were my dead aunt, Rosa's family. I can't remember ever meeting her.
My parents have grown tired of the fact that I still live at home, with No job, No studies, No friends.. Nothing. So they are sending me away and I have no choice because if I'm not going away for at least a year, I am not welcome back. Fuck you too. I'm sorry im not as perfect as miss Mathilda Berg. Far too perfect to do shit wrong, does excellent in school and can have every boy she wants.
When I was 18, she hooked up with my boyfriend, that must be the only time my parents got angry with her. Not because she hooked up with my boyfriend though, but because Mathilda was fortheen at the time, having sex with my boyfriend who was nineteen. Really fucking disgusting, I guess I were better off without him anyways.
But that doesn't change the fact that my family has always worshipped Mathilda in a way I never have. She got everything I don't, the looks, the brain, the body.

My parents had me when they were around eighteen. They had No idea what they were doing with me, so Mathilda. My little sister, is their do over. While I am here, Just supposed to suffer.
And because of their foolish mistakes, here I am sitting on the train from Oslo to Bergen. It is a long ass trip and I am ending up in a City I have never been to, a family I don't know and apparantly I am gonna start working in their family shop? Tiny Treats, it is supposed to be a grocery shop mixed with a bakery and a short thrifting section. It does sound very lovely, though.

"Are you Emma?" A tall, white man with dark blonde hair and stubs in his face asks me as I look around the train Station. I give him a quick knod and he smiles. "My name is Lucas", he says and gives me his hand to shake my own. "Emma", I say quickly, looking around the place. Is his daughter gonna be here as well? It feels very crowded here and I am stuck with a man I have no clue who is and I am coming home with him.. Yeah, not creepy at all. Not to mention the fact that he is 10 shades lighter than me and I really don't want to be beaten up by a racist man today.
But when we arrived on the outside of the trainstation, we walk up to a var with a girl sitting at the front, waiting for us to come inside. Lucas opens the front door for me, and jumps in the back himself. The girl in front of the wheel introduces herself as Sandra, Lucas' daughter and my cousin. She is clearly mixed, with long gorgeous curly hair, big puffy lips and her eyes are a deep dark brown. And she has super cute freckles. She is overall one of the pretriest girls I have ever seen and I am related to her. Finally someone who is prettier than my sister, finally. My perfect little sister is not the most perfect anymore.
"Didn't want the old man to creepy you out, so you are in the front with me," Sandra grins as she starts driving away.

Sandra and her dad lives in a neighborhood where the whole rest of their family lives, everyone in the same place. Most of the Kids still live at home, even though most of them are close to their thirties. I guess they all like to be close to home.
Their family shop is owned by Richard, Sandra's uncle. I am gonna start working there once a week to begin with. I'm being set up with a woman called Monica and her sister, Elina. There are so many new names I need to remember, I hope I won't get them all wrong.
The neighborhood is lovely, it seems very family friendly. When we arrived at the house and I open my door, the first thing I notice is the harsh sound of screaming. Did I hear that correctly? Screaming? I look over at Sandra who Just got out of the car on the other side at the same time as me. The look on my face must be horrible, cause she looks over at me with a grin and says "Don't worry, the screaming best is just Monty," she waves me iver to her as she walks over to the white fences and opens the gate. Lucas waves as he walks away, towards the front door of the house.
"Monty!" Sandra calls out and from the corner of the house, a giant ball of fur spurts away, jumps on me and I am on the ground. "Bad, lay down," Sandra commands and offers me her hans to get me up from the ground again. I have never been able to say I've been attacked by a dog before. I take a look at the dog, his fur is so long but he is laying down, looking at me with these big eyes. "He loves people," Sandra tells me as I get back on my feet. Monty does indeed, not look like a scary dog. His tail is wagging so fast I could get dizzy and he looks at me like he is smiling. "You can greet him if you want, if you're afraid you don't have to," Sandra says and gives me a smile. I smile back before I sit down on the ground so I am eye level with Monty lying down. I reach out my hand for him to sniff, but instead he melts his whole head underneath my hand, squishing his head into it. That makes a laugh escape my body and I start giving him some pets and head scratches. "You're just a good boy, huh," I tell him and he lifts his head up, screaming in agreement.

Apparantly, Monty is a Siberian Husky. Sandra normally wouldn't get herself a massive panic attack dog, her words. But her cousin, Monica, breeds huskys and Monty is one of the pups from her litters. I guess dogs is also a part of their family business.

I still am mad at my parents for sending me here, but so far. This might seem like a good change. Unless I'll get woken up by husky screams every night, of course.