Sienna's Sorrow

Chapter One

Chapter One

Maine was pretty much as far north as you could get from Florida while staying in America.

Piscataquis County was almost the furthest away place you could live in general.

I hadn’t been to Maine since I was eight, aka nine years ago. Mom went up here every year or so, to visit her family, but due to Sophia’s insanely busy social life, she never accompanied and due to that, I stayed in Florida too. That and the reason that Mom’s side of the family was insane. Not clinically, but still.

There was a lot of family in Maine, too. Mom had two sisters and a brother, all married. Her oldest sister, Maria, decided to have six kids, the oldest one now a freshman in college and the youngest being nine. The other sister and brother had two kids each. Going from having two cousins and an uncle to all of that was a transition I was hardly willing to go through.

On top of it all, Maine was cold.

It was also foggy, and kind of wet all of the time.

Piscataquis County was pretty enough; it had bodies of water and only a little over 17,000 total people living there. Mom’s family lived in Monson. And they made up a forty second of their population: a grand total of 683 people.

From what I remembered of it, the town was somewhat of a hauntingly beautiful place. It was positioned solely around a lake, and looked like a small mountain village with just a bit more than average population. The main problem was that everyone knew who we were.

When sixteen out of the population were of the Carson family, everyone knew about the Carson family and their business. They all would know that Dad was killed. And they all would probably ask questions.

The car ride from the airport into Monson was quiet; Sophia slept and Mom tapped her fingers on the wheel anxiously as she looked around. I stared around blankly, twisting my phone in my hands and pretending to be lost in thought so that Mom wouldn’t try and start a conversation that I didn’t want to have. I didn’t want to talk about Dad, or the new life I had to start, or how I was being heartless towards both Mom and Sophia’s grief.

And I definitely didn’t want to talk about all that I left behind.

We left a lot more than just a house and school in Florida: we left behind the life that we had known for seventeen years, and more important, Dad’s grave where not only was he buried, but also his parents and my Aunt that passed away four and a half years ago. We left behind my Uncle and two cousins that had had all that they had known as family ripped away from them because Dad died.

Like I said before, Dad’s death was the final straw on this entire family.

I heaved a sigh and finally looked at Mom. She was shaking her head a bit along with the music that played quietly out of the car speakers in an effort to let Sophia get some sleep, and she glanced longingly at the GPS that said we’d be arriving in Monson in twenty six minutes. Twenty six more minutes I had to endure this car ride and try to avoid all possible attempts of communication.