I slumped back into the seat of
my dad's silver Volkswagen and sighed. I can't believe it! My dad
actually thought that making me spend the entire summer with my
aunt, uncle, and four cousins on their farm would make me
I don't think I could ever be happy. Not since Mom
died. Last year. Yesterday was her death anniversary. I hate that
day. September 5th. Having that day as my birthday doesn't make
it any better, either.
Imagine your mother dying on your fifteenth
birthday. It sucks. It really does.
Yesterday was my sixteenth birthday. It was really
weird. All my life, I planned on my Sweet 16. But, when I finally
turned sixteen rolled around, I didn't do anything. I could I? I
just stayed in my room and cried. I cried for mom and
I looked in the mirror after I cried. My eyes were
red and my nose was running. I looked strange. Not like myself.
My black hair is usually fluffy and my green eyes like to
sparkle. But, for the last couple months, my hair is limp and my
eyes look gray and dull. Dull, dull, dull like me.
"Alyssa?" asked my dad, snapping me out of my
"Ally." I corrected, with a growl.
Dad sighed, "Ally…please."
I rolled my eyes, "I like to be called Ally.
No. My mother's name was Alyssa. I can't bear it
when anyone call's me that so I tell them to call me Ally. I only
became picky about my name after Mom died.
Dad looked somehow hurt, "Alyssa is such a pretty
name." He murmured and than spoke clearly, "Ally, we'll be
arriving at Quinn's house in just five minutes."
"Great," I grunted.
Aunt Quinn had to be the most annoying woman in
all of Nebraska. Scratch that. She's the most annoying woman in
the world. I don't know how her kids-my cousins- bear
living with her as their mother.
Uncle Jerry is okay. He's bald and has a long
brown mustache. He likes to wear cowboy hats and go fishing in
their nearby lake.
The eldest of my cousins is Kenny, sixteen. He's
basically the family athlete. He does everything from
swimming, running, hurdling, and wrestling. He's tall with sandy
brown hair and blue eyes.
The second oldest is Becky, fifteen. She is very
pretty and had at least fifteen boyfriends. What a flirt! Becky
has long wavy caramel hair and large blue eyes. She has pink,
pouty lips like models.
Next is Vivian, twelve. Vivian is literally
obsessed with horses! She has a white mare called Hope, which she
rides daily. Besides Hope, she has two cats (Mew and Annie), two
guinea pigs (Cinnamon and Celery) and a parakeet (Corky). She
somehow manages to take care of all of them. One time, I had a
goldfish. He almost died of starvation so I gave it to my friend,
Jessica, for keeps. Vivian has tons of freckles and blonde hair
she keeps into either braids or ponytails.
The last cousin is Marcus, four. Marcus is quiet
and never talks. So I don't have a lot to say about him except he
has blonde hair, like Vivian, and likes to keep to
Soon Dad pulled into a field, and we piled out of
the car. I stretched and gazed around. Aunt Quinn and her family
lived on a huge farm with lots of fields. They are away from
everything. That's why my cousin's are
"Where is everyone?" I wondered, pushing
back my bangs.
Of course, as soon as I thought that, everyone ran
from the house.
"Uncle Dave! Ally!" they called, running towards
Dad nudged me, and I placed a fake smile on my
face, "Hey guys!" I said.
Vivian wrapped me into a giant hug, "Ally!" she
squealed in her southern accent, "I can't wait for you to meet
Hope! She missed you!"
"Yeah. I missed her, too." I said,
Kenny thumped my back, "Nice to see you, Ally." He
I nodded at him as Becky hurried toward me,
"Ally." She said. Her smile sort of slipped when she saw my
outfit but she placed it back on, right away. I knew Becky would
disapprove of my outfit selection.
I was wearing a boring gray shirt and black skinny
jeans. Of course, Becky was wearing a white shirt that said,
"FLIRT." In hot pink letters, and a pink skirt.
Marcus stood nearby, saying nothing. He only
I waved back and gave him a true, rare smile.
Marcus was like me. Quiet, shy, and mostly lonely.
After Aunt Quinn and Uncle Jerry greeted me, Aunt
Quinn cried, "Why, let's go inside. I got cookies
Cookies. I used to love them. Warm with chocolate
chips and would melt in your mouth. But now, they are only as
exciting to me as broccoli.
Why am I like this? I don't think I'd ever
As we headed back to the house, Becky tried to
chat with me. Tried.
"So, Ally." She began, "Got a boyfriend,
"No." I replied, warily.
Becky gave me a look of disapproval "Ally. You
need a boyfriend at one point or another.
"I'm perfectly fine single and independent." I
Becky raised her eyebrows, "If you say so…"
When we reached the house, I ran upstairs with my
suitcase. I already have memorized my room that I'd be staying
in, even though the last time I was here was ten years ago.
That's the good thing about me. I have excellent memory.
I dropped my suitcase on the bed and looked
around. The walls were painted buttercup yellow and had posters
of ballerinas on them. I used to love this room when I was
I yawned solemnly and closed my eyes. I wanted to
sleep but I knew I couldn't. Aunt Quinn was yelling, "Ally! Don't
you want some cookies."
"No-" I began but stopped. Dad wants me to be
Reluctantly, I trudged downstairs. Dad was at the
front door. He wasn't staying here.
Dad kissed my forehead and told me to be good and
have fun. "Good-bye!" he said, going through the door. I almost
screamed, "Wait! Wait for me!" but didn't.
Sighing, I turned back to head to the kitchen
where everyone was waiting for me to eat cookies. Yay.