Southern Styles

Chapter 3

"Darling, wake up we're here," Aunt Shirley shook me till I was awake. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. I hoped that everything that happened today was just a dream. "Honey, I know you just woke up, but everyone's off the plane, we need to get off now."

I slowly got up and saw an empty airplane around me. Geez, everyone's gone. We quickly walked off the plane before the pilot would have to escort us off.

"I have to pee," I said sleepily. It was 2 in the morning.

"Okay, you go to the bathroom and I'll grab your bags. Don't go anywhere," She warned and I just smiled and walked to the bathroom. She already feels like a new mom to me.

While I was washing my hands, I looked up at myself. I looked like a wreck. My long blonde hair was falling out of just about the messiest bun ever. I had plain gray shorts on and a baggy, tie dye sweatshirt that said "I <3 Chicago" in gray lettering. My makeup was completely smeared around my baggy eyes.

"You ready to go? Uncle Mark is waiting for us outside," She said as she cracked open the door to peek in. I smiled and nodded and walked out the bathroom door. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder as she guided me through the empty airport. I never really noticed how much Aunt Shirley and my mom looked alike. They both had beautiful long, brown hair. Her hair was pulled up into a very messy bun. She also wore a plain, red t-shirt and worn out jeans and of course she had on a huge and quite obnoxious pair of cowboy boots.

We finally got to the door and saw an old, rusty, red pick up truck waiting right by the door. Aunt Shirley threw my bags in the bed of the truck and jumped in the front seat, kissing Uncle Mark on the cheek. I climbed up into the back seat. I cant believe I'm really moving to Texas. I will be in my new house in hours.

"Hey honey, you in?" Uncle Mark asked while already pulling away from the parking spot. He has that goddamn southern accent too. Living with 6 southern accents is going to suck. The same thing keeps replaying in my mind. I cant believe I'm moving.

"How many hours till we get to your, uh I mean our house?" I asked. Memories of my friends in Chicago keep flooding my mind. Why couldn't I just be grounded for that party... My thoughts were interrupted by Uncle Mark.

"It'll take about 1 hour and 45 minutes. You two can sleep if you want," He suggested. I looked down at my phone and it was already 3. I slowly closed my eyes and tried to think about the pros to this, but couldn't think of any. I went from having no siblings to 4. I went from a loud city to a quiet town. Oh god.

"Lilah, wake up we're home," Aunt Shirley said while lightly shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw a two story, gray house. It was actually kind of cute, wait did I just say that? I looked around the house and there was no neighbors, just a few sheds obviously owned by Aunt Shirley. Uncle Mark was already on the porch bringing my bags in. All the lights were off which means all my cousins are sleeping, thank god.

I followed Aunt Shirley and Uncle Mark into the house. It was much larger on the inside than the outside. We walked to the back of the house where a set of old, creaky stairs were. We walked up and entered a dark hallway. It had 4 rooms, 2 on each side. Wait only 4 rooms? If I have to share with someone I swear to god...

"Your room is the last one on the left. We are going to bed, if you need anything we will be downstairs." Aunt Shirley said. They walked downstairs and I went to my room. It was plain white with a twin sized bed, a dresser, and a desk. I'm not going to unpack because I will be leaving tomorrow. I kicked off my shoes and curled up in the tiny bed. Today was the longest day ever.

OK sorry its so boring right now but like I said, it will be getting saucy just bear with it pls??!?!/!? thanks for reading <33333 - Sam :))