I remember this one summer when i was eleven. We were leaving to go to Suki Bay, we always left in late May after school let out, it was a warm, muggy day with clouds scattered across the sky like specks of paint on a blank canvas. We all packed up the old station wagon that my parents have had since the dark ages it feels like. My mom so was a petite woman with shoulder length blonde hair, mesmerizing sky blue eyes, and a smile that would not just light up the room, but banish any shadow to a dark corner of another room. She loaded up my duffle bag into the rear of the car and yelled toward the house, "Stacy, Psymon, Ariel, and Kris is that all of your stuff." "We need to hurry Aunt Melissa is supposed to meet us for lunch at Brickyard," she bark, knowing we still had the long drive, "we going to be late." Kris got in the front seat with mom and my sisters sat in the middle, but being the rowdy kid I was i sat in the back with the bags so i would have plenty of room to lay down or do whatever. After what seemed like decades, we arrive at a little outdoor cafe named Brickyard. We all sat down and had a good meal and caught up with my aunt. Then we all loaded back up and headed about 4 blocks over to where Aunt Melissa lived right on the bay. The house was a two-story dusty redish brick with a huge bay window that allowed you to see out into the bay from the second floor, and out of pure luck that was my room. So we got settled and relaxed as i sat in the window and watched the boats go by and eventually the sunset splashing the evening sky with a array of pinks, purples, reds, and oranges. After a few days of bliss we were in for some events that would that would rock our lives and throw our world into total chaos.
