Life in Berkeley with Auntie P. and Uncle Mike, chapter 1
"Okay, on the count of three we have to jump!!!" I screamed over the raging flames to my little brother Ryan who was hanging on to my legs. This was no dream, this was a nightmare, a real nightmare. Our house was on fire and our parents were trapped inside. I'm bawling my eyes out right now, but keeping Ryan from crying and saving our lives was the only thing I could think of. The only way to save our lives was to jump off the deck out side my third story room."One, two, three..." We jumped.
Two weeks later * * *
Ryan and I are now living in Berkeley with our Aunt and Uncle. The day after we got to Berkeley we found out that both our parents died in the fire. My whole family is on the verge of a mental breakdown. They were before this too, but that's not the point. Since Ryan's only seven he still thinks that our parents are alive, and we're just staying at our Aunt and Uncle's for a vacation. I was really glad that Kayla, Tom, and Brent (the brat) were out in town doing whatever they do down there since I never go. I would hate to lose them too. That would be way to much for me to handle at this time.
Now all five of us have to live with Uncle Mike (aka king of the couch,tv,fridge,beer etc...) and Aunt Patty (aka queen of neatness/ the kitchen and all the locks to the doors) and we can't forget my favorite person in the world, Ms. Sasha (aka stupid bratty bitchy dumb blonde, get the picture). She is not my favorite person in the world. I would rather die than stay in the same room as her for more than ten seconds. These days I feel like dying a lot 'cause of her. I wouldn't though, me dying would make her happy, so I won't.
Kayla, my one and only sister who doesn't care about what I do and what I want to do is the only person besides Tom that I can talk to. "Kayla, you're 17 do you have any idea on what we're going to do here? I mean we know no one. This life is going to fucking suck?" She looked at me with a pained expression and answered, "Rachel, watch your language. I don't know. This has never happened to me before if you want to know. I don't know everything so don't ask. You're not that much younger than I am so try to figure something out for yourself for a change." She's been taking lessons from someone. Wonder who?
"Speaking of changed you surely have. And I can do anything I want, you're not Mom, so you can't tell me what to do. No one will ever replace them so if you're not going to help me I'll just go..."
"Rachel no, don't leave. It's just I don't know any more than you do. Why can't you talk to Tom? He is your twin brother. I know I'm your only sister, I try to help you really I do, it's just really hard for me right now." She started bawling and grabbed me to cry on. She's changed, well we all have changed.
At dinner * * *
"Hey Auntie P. can you pass the green clumpy crap stuff over here?" Tom asked. I love how he can always make me laugh and say anything he wants and not get in trouble.
"You know you should not use such language around the kids," she said passing him the salad.
"It's not that bad Auntie P.. I mean it is not that bad. Uncle Mike says worse than that. And it's not like I said 'Auntie P. can you pass that fucking bowl of salad over here please?' It was not that bad, I swear." All of us besides Auntie P. Sasha and Kayla started cracking up, even Uncle Mike did.
"We all know you swear Tom." I said.
Two weeks later * * *
Ryan and I are now living in Berkeley with our Aunt and Uncle. The day after we got to Berkeley we found out that both our parents died in the fire. My whole family is on the verge of a mental breakdown. They were before this too, but that's not the point. Since Ryan's only seven he still thinks that our parents are alive, and we're just staying at our Aunt and Uncle's for a vacation. I was really glad that Kayla, Tom, and Brent (the brat) were out in town doing whatever they do down there since I never go. I would hate to lose them too. That would be way to much for me to handle at this time.
Now all five of us have to live with Uncle Mike (aka king of the couch,tv,fridge,beer etc...) and Aunt Patty (aka queen of neatness/ the kitchen and all the locks to the doors) and we can't forget my favorite person in the world, Ms. Sasha (aka stupid bratty bitchy dumb blonde, get the picture). She is not my favorite person in the world. I would rather die than stay in the same room as her for more than ten seconds. These days I feel like dying a lot 'cause of her. I wouldn't though, me dying would make her happy, so I won't.
Kayla, my one and only sister who doesn't care about what I do and what I want to do is the only person besides Tom that I can talk to. "Kayla, you're 17 do you have any idea on what we're going to do here? I mean we know no one. This life is going to fucking suck?" She looked at me with a pained expression and answered, "Rachel, watch your language. I don't know. This has never happened to me before if you want to know. I don't know everything so don't ask. You're not that much younger than I am so try to figure something out for yourself for a change." She's been taking lessons from someone. Wonder who?
"Speaking of changed you surely have. And I can do anything I want, you're not Mom, so you can't tell me what to do. No one will ever replace them so if you're not going to help me I'll just go..."
"Rachel no, don't leave. It's just I don't know any more than you do. Why can't you talk to Tom? He is your twin brother. I know I'm your only sister, I try to help you really I do, it's just really hard for me right now." She started bawling and grabbed me to cry on. She's changed, well we all have changed.
At dinner * * *
"Hey Auntie P. can you pass the green clumpy crap stuff over here?" Tom asked. I love how he can always make me laugh and say anything he wants and not get in trouble.
"You know you should not use such language around the kids," she said passing him the salad.
"It's not that bad Auntie P.. I mean it is not that bad. Uncle Mike says worse than that. And it's not like I said 'Auntie P. can you pass that fucking bowl of salad over here please?' It was not that bad, I swear." All of us besides Auntie P. Sasha and Kayla started cracking up, even Uncle Mike did.
"We all know you swear Tom." I said.
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