Shadows of summer

Chapter 2

The sudden stop of the car sent my head foreword it the seat in front of me. The pain dug into my skull like a starving animal with a piece of meat. I put my hand on my forehead, and leaned back into my seat; I open my eyes and my vision was blurry. I could vaguely see a blurry blue object outside my window. I rubbed my eyes and my forehead, and looked out the window again. I could clearly see the huge lake that lay in front of that horrible cabin. I let out a sigh and was almost afraid to turn my head and look out the window on the other side. When I did I would see my prison cell for the summer; that rickety old cabin house sitting on a pit of quicksand, and surrounded by miles of thick forest.   

I could fill a hard lump of this morning pancakes and eggs in my throat. It was slowly moving its way up towards my mouth so it could jump out and escape.  I looked away from the asylum so I could force my food back down to my stomach where it belonged.

“Ok everybody out and everybody grab your stuff out the back”. My dad yelled out like a drill sergeant.

All at once I heard three doors open, and the rustling sound of people shifted out of their seats. Then it was followed by the slamming of three car doors. The sound echoed in the now empty car, and made my ears ring. The ringing lasted a few seconds, and went away leaving me to hear the sounds of my family moaning, and groaning from their stiff legs outside. I let out a sigh and opened my door into my horrible faith that lay outside. I slung my legs out the car, and onto the soggy mud. My legs were a little stiff, but I got over it and popped out the car. The sun blinded me for a brief second then my eyes adjusted to the light.

I saw my mom standing by the front of the hood rubbing her thighs vigorously. Why my dad ever married such a city girl I’ll never know. She was so wimpy about every little thing. She doesn’t even drive the tractor back home, because she gets to dirty. I sighed again, and made my why to the back of the van. I slip around to the back, and saw my baby step-brother jumping up and down in place impatiently. I kept telling my dad that he’s severely ADHA, but my dad says he’s just being a little kid. I shook my head at him, and grabbed the handle that opens the   trunk. I pushed the trunk up and over my head, and was greeted by a sea of luggage. Of course the most over-sized ones that lay on top belonged to my sister and step-mom. My averaged sized ones were squished underneath everyone else’s.

“Of course it had to be mine stuck underneath this mountain of useless crap”. I mumbled to myself.

I went to grab the handle of my luggage that seemed the least squished. I almost had the handle when I felt a tiny hand being shoved into my crouch. It didn’t have force to really push me back by much, but it hit some very sensitive areas which made me bend over like I was made of putty. I saw my baby step-brothers back as he got on his tippy-toes to reach for his tiny luggage bags. Of course his were place in front of the mountainous pile of luggage. He pulled his tiny blue bag down first, and slung it to the ground. Then he reached up, and grabbed his little Transformers book bag tossing it over his shoulders, and onto his back. He made a few grunts, and groans as his bent down to grab his other bag.

 I chuckled to myself, but it only made everything else hit more. How his tiny bags were so heavy to him just seemed so stupid to me. They were only filled up with his toys, and games he brought from home. His real luggage bag with clothes in it was lost somewhere in this jungle of bags. My step-mom made it very clear back home that she was going to pack his bag herself. My step-mom always favored him more, but he being her only child it makes since.

“This is going to be so much fun isn’t big brother”! I heard him squeak. I stood up straight, and thankfully nothing down south gave me any complaints.

“Yeah…it’s going to be like getting hit in the balls every second of every day”. I told him sarcastically. His head tilted sideways slightly, because he was young to get what I was saying. He shrugged his shoulders, and took off like lighting towards the cabin.

“Oh get a sense of humor Justin. Daren’s just a kid after all”. I heard my sister say as her came to the back of the van.

“Sara can you please keep that black hole of a mouth shut for once”. I snapped back at her.

“Why do you always have to make everything so freaking depressing, and dull”? She asked me as she slapped her hands on her hip.

“You would know why if you knew what it felt like to be the bad egg in the family”.

“OMG! You always think you’re the poor ugly little duckling. How about for once in your life you can try to be happy”? She yelled at me like I was her slave. I jumped over, and got in her face and she stood still like a rock.

“Listen Sara just because you’re my older sister doesn’t mean you can boss me around. If I want to be sad and depressed then I damn well going to do it, so don’t try and change me”.  I hissed at her like an angry cobra.

“Fine then…be a jerk. That’s why you’re the bad egg in the family, Justin”. She snapped back rolling her eyes. The cabin wasn’t no mansion or anything, but it was definitely better than standing out here listening to my sister’s crap.

I turned away from Sara, and reached out for my bags. I grabbed them both by the handles and pulled with all my strength. I could feel them slowly sliding out from the weight of the bags on top of them. With one big tug I saved them from their tomb, and the rest of the mountain tumbled down, and two of the bags on top fell off onto the ground.

“Hey why did you do that”?! My sister yelled at me again like a salve.

“Because I’m a jerk that’s why”! I hissed at her. I stomped away from her, and heard her groan as I walked towards my grave for the summer.