"Happy Thanksgiving, did everyone miss me?!" Aunt Jan shouts as she barges past my dad and into the living room. "Hey, Aunt Jan, how are you?" I ask as we hug. I glance over to see my brother attempting to escape talking to Aunt Jan.
We both talk in quick bursts, barely taking time to take a breath before she catches sight of Jason. "Well hello, I'm Janice. But you can call me Aunt Jan, everyone else does. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?" I roll my eyes inwardly at her formal greeting.
"I'm Jason Greene; it's nice to meet you." He says as they shake hands. "Aren't you just the little gentleman? I wish there were more nice boys like you in my neighborhood." She says with a sigh as she starts to walk into the kitchen.
"What are you doing, Aunt Jan? You know dad doesn't like it when you go into the kitchen or dining room before dinner's ready." She gives me a small, sneaky smile before saying, "I just wanted to thank him for the invitation, and it's the first one in years."
I can hear the sarcasm in her tone; we both know that it was my mom who sent her the invite without telling my dad. Aunt Jan is mom's sister after all.
"Oh, never mind. I'll just go touch up my makeup before everyone else gets here." She says as she heads to the upstairs bathroom. Not that she needs it; she already has a gallon of makeup plastered all over her face and a little on her neck. No one cares, she's still beautiful.
Some say she looks like me but I have to disagree. She's had so much work done that she looks like a life-like blond Barbie. They're probably talking about what she looked like as a kid.
Jason and I sit in the living room and greet relatives as they walk in. Jason has the remote and flips through sports channels to check all of the scores and highlights before flipping it onto some old-time gameshow.
"You like this?" I ask with a small laugh. He glances over at me with a small smile. "Every foster home that I've been to with a TV has this channel. It's kind of grown on me." He shrugs as he laughs at one of the cheesy jokes the host says.
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Paisley's Faith
SpiritualPaisley has learned to conform. She has strayed from the Christian path that her parents (strong Baptists) have always taught her. Was it for her boyfriend? Her friend in general? Or the feeling of having to fit in that everyone feels at one point...
