"So how does it feel to be home?" my grandpa asked as he took a large bite of his turkey sandwich.
"Good...I guess." I said even though it wasn't
"It's great!" my mom chimed in.
Could I not say anything without being corrected by my own mother? I'd like to give my own opinions every once in a while.
"I've really missed all the people here; they're all so welcoming." said my dad.
"I'm not so sure of that...." I said referring to a certain someone
"Casey....don't say things like that!" my mother demanded. I just rolled my eyes.
"Just being honest mom...." I said as the kitchen door swung open.
The already hated Charlie strolled in the kitchen eating an apple. "Charles, sit down and have a bite with us." my grandpa insisted kindly
How could he be so nice to this jerk? Was he really invited to eat with us? I internally rolled my eyes.
Charlie sat in the empty chair right next to me. There were three open chairs at the table and he had to choose the one right next to me? It's like he strives to bother me or something. I tried my best to avoid eye contact with him.
My grandpa didn't even notice the awkward silence. "So Charles, have you met my lovely grandaughter?"
"Why no sir, I haven't met this lovely grandaughter of yours."
What a little green-eyed liar! He knew exactly who I was. Why couldn't he just admit that he knew me?
He reached out his hand to me. "I'm Charles. It's nice to meet you."
I grabbed it hoping I could hurt him with a tight squeeze. "Casey." I said with a fake smile
"I hope you two will become the best of friends." my grandpa said with his cheery smile
I was about to explain to my grandpa how I didn't need a new friend, especially if it had to be Charlie. But, l I heard my cell phone vibrate. I looked down to see Colby Smithson calling me.
