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Natalie had always dreamed of living in one. Right now, Natalie lived in a boring old townhome.“RATTY NATTY!” She heard.
“Jack! Stop, fine, I’ll keep going..” She muttered.
“Jack, dear, don’t talk loudly in the car.” Natalie heard her mother say, not even looking up from the smartphone in her hands. Natalie sighed. She grabbed a ponytail holder from the side pocket in the car and pulled her dirty-blonde hair into a messy ponytail. A very messy ponytail. She was genuinely surprised Jack hadn’t died of laughter yet.
The night before they had stayed in a sleepy town in a small hotel, which, in Natalies opinion, smelled like old people and stale saltine crackers. The inn, at least, had been quiet, except for the sound of her father’s snores and her brother’s kicking.
Now she wished she was back at the inn. Natalie was NOT happy at all. She was slightly nauseous, brain dead, and annoyed. Her phone was also dying. But most of all, she was away from her friends and the public pool a block away from her house, which her mother let her walk to almost every day in the summer. For the whole entire summer she was going to be cooped up at that house. Not that she didn’t like visiting her grandparents. But she also didn’t even know these grandparents well. It had been at least three years since she had last seen them.
It had been December, and they stayed for a week. Jack had been five. Natalie had been ten. All she remembers doing was going Christmas shopping and eating peanut butter bliss bars.
Which wasn’t so bad.
But it had been a very boring week. Jack had seemed to agree too because he made it very interesting by falling off the counter and banging his head on the hardwood floor, resulting in a trip to the hospital and a long night of waking him up every ten minutes to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. That was NOT fun.
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Natalie had always dreamed of living in one. Right now, Natalie lived in a boring old townhome.“RATTY NATTY!” She heard.
“Jack! Stop, fine, I’ll keep going..” She muttered.
“Jack, dear, don’t talk loudly in the car.” Natalie heard her mother say, not even looking up from the smartphone in her hands. Natalie sighed. She grabbed a ponytail holder from the side pocket in the car and pulled her dirty-blonde hair into a messy ponytail. A very messy ponytail. She was genuinely surprised Jack hadn’t died of laughter yet.
The night before they had stayed in a sleepy town in a small hotel, which, in Natalies opinion, smelled like old people and stale saltine crackers. The inn, at least, had been quiet, except for the sound of her father’s snores and her brother’s kicking.
Now she wished she was back at the inn. Natalie was NOT happy at all. She was slightly nauseous, brain dead, and annoyed. Her phone was also dying. But most of all, she was away from her friends and the public pool a block away from her house, which her mother let her walk to almost every day in the summer. For the whole entire summer she was going to be cooped up at that house. Not that she didn’t like visiting her grandparents. But she also didn’t even know these grandparents well. It had been at least three years since she had last seen them.
It had been December, and they stayed for a week. Jack had been five. Natalie had been ten. All she remembers doing was going Christmas shopping and eating peanut butter bliss bars.
Which wasn’t so bad.
But it had been a very boring week. Jack had seemed to agree too because he made it very interesting by falling off the counter and banging his head on the hardwood floor, resulting in a trip to the hospital and a long night of waking him up every ten minutes to make sure he didn’t have a concussion. That was NOT fun.