The Lake House

Chapter 4:

   "Grab my suitcase out the back of the car would ya for me dear? Thanks." My mom tells me, I hate when she says thanks I never have the chance to say no. I mean I could always not do it, but that wouldn't end well, plus I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere with her. So I pick up her suitcase, and mine, you bet I wasn't taking care of my brothers suitcase. I swear he just packs a bunch of bricks just to be a jackass. Somehow he seems to run out of clothes by the end of the week, because he packed so much shit he didn't need. Why do you need to bring your coin collection? You don't.

   "Mom where do you want it," I scream from the back of the car, as she's already inside... Wait, what is she trying to hide? Why did she rush in the house like it was on fire and she had to save her favorite shirt? Very suspicious...

   As you hopefully know, teenagers are suspicious. She never answered me on where to put the bags so, I walked straight into the house not thinking of the consequences. I probably should've..

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   I walked into the house, which smells like the lake and a hint of garbage, because apparently I had forgotten to take it last year. Everything was still in the same place; the same order. Seems a little strange if you ask me. My mom was nowhere in sight. How could that be? It's not like this place is gigantic, and mostly everything is connected. The kitchen was connected to the living room which was connected to the dining room, which was connected to the stairs to the upper part of the house. There isn't a square inch of this place that I can't see with my own eyes. Where the fuck was she?