Its usually exciting to inherit something from a rich family member you didn't even know existed. I mean you feel kind of sad but since you didn't know the person it dosen't affect you. But my stingy late great uncle left me a board game. A god damn board game. I felt no type of sadness.
"Dad do I really need to go and get that stupid board game?" I walked over the fridge and took the milk out.
"Jessica, Be nice your uncle left you something that was once precious to him." Dad buttered his toast and started eating.
"Great uncle, and it was precious to him in the late 18th century, Dad this is the 21st century. What am I going to do with an ancient board game?" My dad gave me the stink eye. Let's just say he doesn't appreciate my sarcasm.
"We're going and that's the last thing I'll say, Understood? Besides your mother is over at your late uncle's house since they wont give her the board game we have to go." He drank his orange juice and put the dirty dishes on the sink.
"Great uncle dad, Great uncle." I repeated in annoyance. "I don't get why this great uncle who I knew nothing about, wrote on his last will that he wanted his ancient board game to be given to me and only me." I would've appreciate 20 bucks more than the stupid board game.
"I agree with you on that, but it was his last will you should at least be polite. I'm not telling you to play with it or anything just go with me to Ohio; we'll sign the papers, get the game and then you could do whatever you like with it." Dad was right I should at least accept it and then throw it away. He's already dead its to late to feel guilty.
"Fine, but just so you know there is a trash bag with the game's name on it." He nodded and headed to his room.
The only good part of this sudden trip to Ohio is that I'll have a little vacation. Dad paked a bag with clothes for at least a week. He said something about staying over at the late malcom's house for some days, something I found stupid and unnessary.
Six hours later we arrived at Ohio. It took us two hours to get to the airport and to board the plane, My dad has punctuality OCD if that even exists, and the four hour flight. My butt started to feel numb because I've been sitting for too long. Half an hour later I was regretting not having a chair. Apparently a lot of people decided to come to Ohio. How unusual. Another hour later Dad and I walked out of the airport and there was mom waiting for us.
"Hey mom, Quick question. Why are we staying for a week?" She smirked.
"Other kids your age will kill to be taken out of school for a week, but all you do is complain." She patted my head and helped me with my bags.
"Well its not like you are taking me to a resort, a tropical island or Disney world." I helped her put my bags in the car.
"Have you even seen the house?" She gave me the You-are-going-to-take-your-words-back look. I didn't answer. "Exactly what I thought. You could criticize and complain all you want, we're still going to stay for a week." I sighed.
Ok. She was right, I did have to take all my words back but only to say worse things about this house. "Are you serious? This looks like the adam's house." She ignored my comment and kept helping dad take bags out of the car.
"You really want me to sleep in this house? You know I could only sleep in beds and the closest thing to a bed in this house is the floor." The house looked rusty and dirty, it is a miracle it's still standing.
This week is going to be too die for. Literally.
