The Lake House

Chapter 1

AN: I know what you're thinking...'Another book?' Yes another book. But in my defense I already had this written down so sorry of there are any mistakes or it's bad. I tried.

My mother told me stories of when she and my Uncle Marcus were younger. She told me them all the time when I couldn’t fall asleep. I would always look forward to hearing about the times they both got into trouble during their teen years with the four other hooligans they hung out with: Lenny Feder, Eric Lamonsoff, Kurt McKenzie and Rob Hillard. My favorite story mom told me was of the 1978 Basketball Championship led by the one and only Coach Buzzer.

“Of course we won,” Mom would brag as she remembered watching the game like it was yesterday “After the game, the team and their family members celebrated at the old lake house. It was one of the best nights of my life as a kid. One I’ll never forget.”

My mother’s name is Melody Higgins but changed her last name when she married my dad, Nick Davis. Then I was born a couple years later.

My name is Kaylee Davis and I’m from New England: born and raised.

I was sitting out on the patio with my mom when my dad walked outside with the telephone in his hand “Hun, it’s your brother.”

“Hey Marcus,” my mother greeted “What? Oh, that’s terrible! When is the funeral? Okay, yeah, I’ll see you there. Love you too. Bye.”

“What happened?”

“Coach Buzzer’s funeral is this Friday.”  Dad kissed her temple before smiling sadly at me and walking back inside.

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It didn’t take us that long for us to arrive at the church. As we pulled up mom was greeted by the McKenzie Family.

“Mel? Is that you?” Kurt yelled and my mother smiled.

“Nice to see you too Kurt,” Mom turned to his wife “Dianne! Look at you! You’re glowing!”

“Thanks,” she said “these are our children Charlotte and Andre.”

“Nice to meet you guys. This is my daughter Kaylee.”

I waved “Hello. It’s nice to meet you.”

I was glad that there was someone at least my age that I could hang around. Andre looked to my age “I love your shoes,” Charlotte complimented and I smiled.

“Thanks,” I said “You’re dress is really cute.”

Mom then introduced us to the Feder family who my mom hadn’t seen since Mr. Feder’s wedding. From what I could tell the Feder family consisted of Lenny himself, his wife Roxanne and their three children Greg, Keithie and Becky Feder.

While introductions were exchanged, Greg, I think his name is, his phone started going off. Charlotte and I exchanged amused grins as we watched Mr. Feder scold him on the ringtone.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, didn’t I tell you to turn the phone off Greg?” Mr. Feder asked.

“Yeah but it’s my massage therapist,” he replied.

Massage therapist? No one our age has a massage therapist.

“What? No, no cell phones.”

“Wait, no cell phones? Then I’m out of here.”

“Uncle Marcus!” I hugged my favorite uncle.

“Hey Kay,” he saw my mom and hugged her “Hey Mel,”

“Hey Marcus,”

“Who’s ready to get their funeral on?” Uncle Marcus asked “I’m sorry, death makes me weird.”