Music = Hope

Chapter One: I Don't Need Seven (Thousand) Men to Take Care of Me!

Chapter One: I Don't Need Seven (Thousand) Men to Take Care of Me!

Hannah Elizabeth Grace. Delilah Juliet Grace. Olivia Mai Grace. Three of the most wonderful people I have ever met, and two of them are gone. Obviously the third one is myself. It was hard when my mom died, I lost my sister in the same accident that got rid of my dad. I lost three family members within ten minutes, because they died so suddenly. But, I'm not one of those sad mopey teenagers who believes it's all their fault. I am spectacular, I am strong, and I am alone. The move to my uncle's home wasn't far, in fact it was just in the next town over. Literally less than twenty miles to the house that I grew up in. But there's no time to be sentimental, I have a story tell, so listen up.

I was sitting in the dirty black truck that sat in front of a small house. It was cozy, but the flowers that were perking up everywhere were making me noxious. I stared at the house as we pulled up the long driveway, my aunt and uncle sat in the front seats jabbering about this and that with the occasional nod from me. They smile, their slightly wrinkled faces twinkling with 'love.' It was gross.

The car parked and I jumped out. Actually, it's more like I fell out. My feet were asleep and the moment the door opened I did a face plant, but don't worry it was quite graceful.

When I mustered the courage, and dignity, I got up and grabbed my guitar out of the back. The black case was scratched up and stickers littered the cover, but it was my baby. My aunt and uncle were giving me the look. The look that said 'we are so glad our lives aren't as screwy as yours'. My life isn't screwy. It is freaking amazing.

My uncle grabs my red duffle bag, which makes me look at his shirt. My uncle was 'that guy.' That guy that wears Hawaiian print shirts that makes you want to jab a fork in your eyes. Jezus, that is just gross. And now, he is 'that guy' who gives 'the look' and probably has a bunch of other stereotypes I can make fun of later.

We walk into the house, and if you squint and turn your head to the side, we almost looked like a family. Blonde hair was so common in our family it soaks into the people your around, like my aunt. I heard that she was originally a ginger... that's like major news. Our eyes are different though. My uncle's are a pretty blue like my mom's, and my aunt's eyes are a sharp green. However, mine are light brown, a gross light brown that looked like to pieces of crap wormed their way into my brain and got so pregnant that their infestation is trying to take over my whole brain but can only be seen through the windows to my soul.

A solid oak door appears before me, and I realize I'm on a front porch waiting for my tall aunt to take the keys out of her pocket. When she does manage to put them in the lock and open the large red door, I actually feel a rush of panic. I don't want to live here, and I don't want to spend the rest of my teenage years under the roof of the people I haven't seen in over a year.

I ignored my fears and walk inside, a quaint entryway is in front of me and I finally take a good look at my new guardians. Uncle Todd is kind of weird. He wears Hawaiian shirts, and his blonde hair is starting to recede, giving him a large forehead. Or maybe now it's a fivehead... I snort at my ingeniousness and continue to analyze. Aunt Rachel is a couple inches shorter than her tall husband, and only a few inches above me. Her blonde hair flowing in short layers down her defined face, and she is really quite pretty. Her outfits are less atrocious than my uncle's, in just dark jeans and a blue tank top, she seems pretty chill.

I follow them down a hall next to the staircase, with so many doors along the right wall that it seems almost impossible to navigate. At the end of the hallway an archway opens up into the living room, which has a TV hooked up to a gaming system which in turn is hooked up to three boys.

When they notice the company they turn around. After speculating for a couple moments, I narrow my cousin down to one of the two blonde boys on the blue couch. On the red couch is, well was a very attractive boy, with dark brown hair.