Chapter Three

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At 6:30 I walked downstairs to the dining room. Aunt Renée had made tacos and all the toppings were laid out on the table; sour cream, lettuce, refried beans, tomatoes, cucumbers, guacamole, rice, salsa, and hot sauce.

It looked delicious. My mom never let me eat stuff like that. It was all healthy, organic crap. We were also a vegetarian household, so I rarely ate meat.

I then realized I had been staring at the meal for about a minute and the whole Callahan family was staring at me.

"Are you going to sit or do rich people stand while eating and just stare at their food to consume it?" asked Russell.

Uncle Ethan cleared his throat and gave him a look.

I blushed and sat down in the only empty seat, across from Russell and in between Dana and Aunt Renée.

No one was eating yet.

Aunt Renée said grace, which my family only did on holidays, then everyone dug in. A tortilla was already on my plate, so I scooped some beef onto it, then put on every topping. I hadn't realized I was so hungry.

No one talked while they ate, except to ask for a topping. Everyone was completely concentrated on their food. I ate two whole tacos, then I was full.

Once everyone was done, Aunt Renée said, "How about we go roast marshmallows and make s'mores!"

Dana screamed, "Yay!" and then asked me, "Do you like s'mores? I love s'mores! They're my favorite!!!!"

"Yes! I like s'mores, too, Dana."

Dana smiled and took my arm and dragged me outside. The stars were amazing. They glittered the whole sky.

Uncle Ethan had already made a huge bonfire. Aunt Renée was handing out sticks and marshmallows.

The first marshmallow I tried to roast caught on fire and I started screaming. Dana blew it out and I caught Uncle Ethan and Russell chuckling at me. Good thing it was dark, cause I'm pretty sure I was beat red.

The second marshmallow I roasted came out burnt and on fire, but I quickly blew it out. I smiled at myself triumphantly, and I saw Russell shaking his head.

I wondered what he was thinking.

Probably that I'm a snobbish rich girl, who doesn't know anything.

Maybe that was right.

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