I absolutely dreaded Sunday morning, it meant I had to get on a plane and leave my family behind. The sky was overcast with the smell of rain in the air. I loved cloudy days like these, only today I couldn’t enjoy it. “Boys say goodbye to your sister” my mom said. They both ran to me and engulfed me in a bear hug. Tears were already steaming down my face. “I’ll miss you dorks.” “Yeah yeah we’ll miss you too.” My brothers weren’t really affectionate so I’ll take what I can get.
When we finally arrived at the airport, my mom refused to get out of the car and my dad could barely look at me. So I put on my brave face and tried to make my voice sound as strong as possible, “I almost hate you guys for doing this to me, but I guess everything happens for a reason right? I love you guys…no matter what.” And with that, I grabbed my bags and made my way to the terminal.
I’ve never been on an airplane before, so you’d think I’d be somewhat excited. Well you’re wrong. I’m terrified. Ever since I watched the movie Final Destination, I knew that I would never get on a plane, which is kind of stupid since I want to travel the world. Luckily this flight was only about four hours long. So I decided to take a little snooze since I didn’t get much sleep last night anyways.
Finally the plane landed. Hello Torg, Pennsylvania. I honestly don’t know what my Great Aunt Hilda looks like, so I wandered around aimlessly until I saw a man in a monkey suite holding a sign with my name on it. This guy was probably in his mid-forties, good looking, with a head full of grey hair. I extended my hand out to him, “Uh hi, I’m Remy.” “Hello there, I’m Bernard, I work for Hilda, and I am her driver.” Wow this guy has a powerful handshake. He noticed my wince and quickly apologized. “Sorry about that, I’m not used to shaking hands with toothpicks.” “HA-HA very funny” was my only retort. Then I realized what he had just said before. “Wait you work for Hilda? What is she like?” His smile evaporated, he frowned and looked like he was at a loss for words. “Let’s go. We mustn’t keep Ms. DuPont waiting.” He was acting a little strange now, but I decided to just shrug it off. So far I’ve been in Torg for about five minutes and I already feel like everything is going to be OK, not perfect, but OK. Oh how I was wrong.
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Twice Broken
Hombres LoboWhen seventeen year old Remy Mason is forced to live with her great aunt Hilda, her world gets tossed around. Not only does Remy have to deal with a cruel aunt but also a cousin that is out to make her life a living hell. The only good that comes ou...
