For my eleventh grade IB History class. We had to write about why the 1960s were such a revolutionary period in American History. He said I could write a short story instead of a proper essay. I never actually ended up finishing it though...
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The car was silent as it drove down the winding path; the occupants were either sleeping or too engrossed with what they were doing to notice those around them. The father of the family was focused on driving and with his wife asleep in the passenger seat beside him, he didn't bother trying to start a conversation with her. In the rearview mirror, he could see his children relaxing in the back seat. His daughter Joan was staring blankly out her window, stuck in her own head as the world passed around her. Next to Joan sat Peter. The ten year old, only four years younger than his sister, had his eyes glued to the blue DSi in his hands. Chris left his children be as he continued down the road.
The winding road continued on for what felt like hours. Towards the end of the drive, Heather had woken up only to see the same wood she had fallen asleep to. She leaned back in her seat, still tired despite her nap.
Heather looked over at her husband, who looked ready to fall asleep at the wheel, "Please tell me we're nearly there."
"We're there, actually," said Chris as the trees thinned out around them, revealing a beautiful home nestled in the woods.
The large twentieth century home belonged to his mother. She and her late husband had bought it together in the late seventies and she's lived there ever since. Chris was raised in that house and he was glad to be back, if only for a couple of days. Heather had been there only once before and that was long before Joan and Peter had come into their lives.
The two Goretti siblings had never been to the house and hadn't been too interested in the little Christmas vacation their parents had planned. But when they saw the large home, much bigger than their own, they became excited. They were children and they were going to explore every inch of the home.
Joan had become enamored by the large fairytale windows that stared down at them whilst Peter was just in awe at the mere size of it.
Chris parked the car at the end of the driveway. Before he or Heather could say anything to them, they were gone. The moment the car parked, Peter and Joan had booked it for the figure standing by the front door.
"Nonna!" They yelled, running to embrace her.
The woman smiled as her grandchildren wrapped their arms around her, she returning the gesture as she coos over them, "Oh I've missed you two."
"We missed you too, Nonna," said Joan as she released her, taking a step back to admire the home more now that she was up close. "Is this really where you live?"
