Finally the time had come. Summer was here and it was the end of our high school career. We had all successfully graduated and now it was summer. It was now time to go to Evan's Point. All my life I had dreamed of going to this place and now I was finally going. I was one of the ten chosen ones.
As I grew up, I was surrounded by stories of Evan's point. Both my brother and my sister had gone before me and had told me many stories and now I was going so I was beyond dumbfounded. From the stories my siblings had told me, Evan's Point sounded like a magical place. They told me how everyone in the small village was filled with fun and joy. That they always had a massive bonfire in the forest by the lake. That there were so many caves to explore. They said that it was the most joyous place that they had ever seen and filled with more love than they could ever imagine. It all sounded amazing.
I sighed, looking down at the bags in front of me. I had just finished packing everything I needed for the summer and I was now anxiously waiting until it was time to leave. I had all my summer outfits packed along with other womanly essentials. I shoved my phone into the back pocket of my jean shorts before leaning down to grab onto the handles of my two bags. I then started making my way downstairs, being careful not to drop any of my bags or even just trip over my own two feet which would probably happen considering how big of a klutz I was. I successfully made it downstairs and immediately dropped the considerably heavy bags onto the ground. My arms were already aching by the amount of weight in the two bags.
Don't judge, I am a girl.
Once the aching in my arms had died down a bit, I made my way to the living room, my sandal-clad feet padding lightly against the laminate flooring of the hallway. I walked through the doorway and into the living room where my family were waiting.
"I'm ready," I said, capturing all their attention as their heads turned towards me. It was safe to say that I wasn't close to my family at all. I mean, it wasn't that they didn't love me or anything, not that they had told me otherwise. It was just the fact I was different to them. It was like my family was split in two, with my father and brother on one side and my mother and sister on the other. Then there was me. I didn't fit in with either of these halves of my family.
After many years of pondering over this topic, I had finally come to the conclusion for my quirk or caprice to be the fact that I wasn't as successful as the rest of my family. My twenty year old brother, Milo, had whizzed through high school with nothing lower than an A and was now fulfilling my father's wish for him to become a star baseball player. He was the perfect son for my parents. Then my twenty two year old sister, Adrienne, had too sauntered through high school with straight As. Adrienne was now pursuing her career as a model which my mother had always dreamed for her daughter to become. Even my parents were successful with my father being the CEO of a major company and my mother being a high end fashion designer. It was unnecessary to say we were absolutely loaded.
Then there was me. I had just managed to complete my high school career and graduate with A's and a few B's and the odd C (which was only really in algebra so you can tell, math is not my forte). I was extremely proud of those grades but it turned out my mother, clearly, had other thoughts. I still had no idea what I was going to be doing at the end of summer either. I had no idea what I was going to do at college, if I was going anyway. Although, my parents would object profoundly.
Call me unprepared but I prefer the term spontaneous.
So you see, that's why they were all so shocked when I came home one day with a letter about this trip instead of one from the principal.
My family even excelled in the looks department. Adrienne had been blessed with my father's bright green eyes and my mother's beach blonde and slightly wavy hair (which I am pretty sure she dyes now after a few darker roots appeared). Adrienne had even given the perfect figure with the blessed upper body and a size zero waist and legs. No wonder she was a top notch model. Milo was the opposite with my mother's piercing blue eyes and my father's light brown locks which he styled to perfection with a mountain of gel. Even my mother and father still looked good even for their old age and stressful jobs.
