I was overjoyed when we moved to Seattle. Not because I hated Rhode Island or because I particularly cared for Seattle... its simply this. I hate my relatives. Every single one of them lives in Rhode Island, and they are all insane, they are loud and rude and annoying and they never leave me alone. The worst part was the family reunions. Every 2 months the whole tribe packed up and went to stay at my grandparents for a weekend. We were overcrowded, and the whole place smelled like dirty relatives. And for two lovely nights I would find myself sleeping on the most uncomfortable fold out couch in the world with my twin brother Robbie. When we moved I knew that it was all behind me.. and even when I found out we were moving back to Rhode Island I didn't imagine we'd ever be back in that boat again...
My name is Cassidy, I am 17. The event I am about to describe to you was just as unbelievable to me as it is to you. It is not a true story, and I am not a real person, but in a perfect world, who knows?
"What do you mean we're staying at Grandma's?" I shouted at my parents.
"Cassy hon, it won't be that bad; your father and I will take the fold-out; we can suffer through it. You and Robbie will be in the guest room. Theres no bed in there anymore but we do have the air-matresses, and last i remember you two thought those things were very comfortable. Its just us and Grandma and Grandpa, no relatives, it won't be nearly as bad..." My mother droned on.
"Our bathroom here is bigger than that guestroom!" Robbie chimed in. And he wasn't kidding. That guestroom was converted from a walk-in closet. Don't ask me where the logic in that was.
"Why do we have to stay *there*! why not a hotel?" I whine
"Because the house won't be ready for a couple days. And hotels cost money, which we don't have right now. So unless you have the cash to pay for it this conversation is over." My mother turned around and left the room. My dad gave a half smiled and followed her; somehow i got the feeling he was exceptionally happy about having to sleep on that foldout.
My brother and I tossed each other a look. We didn't hate each other. We actually got along pretty well, never fought, never got in each others way... but we were still brother and sister, and had no desire to share our space in any way.
But that was that. We packed our things that night and left the next morning. It was just a couple days, it couldn't possibly be that bad... nothing could be that bad.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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