The Weekend

    My brother and I were in a taxi on the way to my uncle's house (whom we have never met), because our Mom was going on a business trip. She was not with us, she had boarded the plane before we got in the Taxi. We turned on a dirt road, and the car started to bump up and down. We kept driving on the road for 10 minutes. "How far in the woods does this guy live," Jacob muttered. "I don't know" I replied while coughing because the taxi driver was smoking. Jacob was glaring out the window, his blonde hair glistening in the sun. He took after our Mom with his blonde hair and his brown eyes. I, on the other hand, took after my Dad who died when I was 4 years old. I had sea-blue eyes with dark brown hair. "He probably has some weird reason" I added. My brother groaned "Why can't we just go to Grandma's house like we did last year" my brother grumbled. "Grandma was the one who suggested to Mom to make us go to this guy's house," I said to Jacob. All of a sudden the car came to a stop, and the driver said: "This is as far as I can go." My brother grumbled an insult to the driver, then handed him a big wad of cash. Luckily for Jacob, the driver didn't hear the insult. We grabbed our bags and got out of the car. There was an unpaved driveway in front of us. At the end of the driveway was a mailbox, but instead of saying a last-name it said: "You're not welcome here". " That's cheerful," Jacob said after spotting it. Down the driveway, a scrawny man was slowly limping towards us. "You think that's him" I whispered. "I hope not,'' whispered Jacob back. Before I could whisper something the man got closer. He was very tall around 6 feet, but very skinny he had brown eyes like Jacob and my mom, a good sign I guess. He was wearing ripped jeans, and a baggy shirt. He had stubble making it look as if he hadn't shaved in days. I could tell it was hard for him to stand on his left leg. My brother had noticed as well since he was examining his leg as well.

He spoke out of the silence "So you must be..." he paused, pulled out a piece of paper, trying to be subtle, then added in his southern drawl "Jacob and Jenny". "That must have taken you a long time to memorize," Jacob responded sarcastically. I kicked him in the shin, while the man pretended to smile. "I'm your uncle Tanner," he said in a gruff voice. "Here let me take 'dat for you" He grabbed at my bag, and I didn't object, but as he grabbed at Jacob's bag, Jacob yanked it out of his reach. "I can take it myself" my brother growled. I knew my brother had trust issues, but Tanner didn't know, and I could tell he was trying to stop himself from snapping at Jacob. He then explained to us that the house was just down the dirt road about a half-mile. Jacob groaned loudly not even trying to be subtle. Our supposed uncle spun around on his right leg and started limping again, without saying anything. I could clearly tell my brother was thinking about following Tanner "Here goes nothing" I whispered.

We walked for a couple of minutes in silence. Then Jacob broke the silence "How come you never come to family reunions and that kind of thing." Tanner was clearly thinking about his answer, choosing his words carefully. "Don't like planes," he said very slowly. "Very much" he added after a pause. I could hear my brother say something under his breath, but I didn't care I was done with his sarcasm. We walked in silence again till we came upon an open dirt field. On one end a small house at least that is what I thought it was, on the other end a large rundown barn, the door cobweb-covered looking as if it had never been opened. In between the two buildings a small chicken coup with no chickens, and a garden with many dead crops brown and dry. "What happened to the chickens" my brother muttered not thinking Tanner would hear though he did "Dem' dang wolves" he muttered back. "Hate 'em so much" I could see the anger boiling on his face. "They gave me this earlier" pointing at his left leg lifting his jeans up exposing the wound. It was a horrid sight, some of his flesh was missing on the leg, and I could tell why he was limping. My brother wasn't affected by the sight at all, because he plays so many violent video games. "I tried to kill 'em wit my gun" he said while he kicked a piece of shrapnel violently. He showed us to the barely intact door of the shack-like building. The main entrance room had a kitchen in one corner, and in the other was a couch. It was much nicer than I expected, but still not to the normal standard of a home. "The room you two are sharing is down the hall the bathroom is right by it." We walked down the hall to a room with two twin beds, and a small dresser with a mirror. Other than that the room was empty besides an old vacuum that had seen better days. "Dinner will be ready soon" Tanner called from the main room. We unpacked in silence until around ten minutes later our uncle limped over with two plates. Each plate had a PB&J with some potato chips. I thanked him, though my brother did not. We each sat on the beds slowly eating the PB&J in silence. Jacob finished first and left the room with an empty plate. "Where are you going," I asked. "To get rid of this plate," He said annoyed. When he walked back into the room he went to his bag and grabbed something out of his bag. He pointed it out the open window, and I heard a click. I walked over to see what he had, I heard a quite bang then a ting of something metal outside shortly after. It was his pellet revolver he got for his birthday. "What are you shooting at" I questioned angrily. Why had he brought his dumb pellet gun? "The chicken coup," he said proudly. " Whatever I'm going to bed" I turned the desk light off, and I laid in bed. Jacob shot the gun a few more times then went to bed as well.