This was going to be, admittedly, the dullest summer I'll ever have.
I'd been looking forward to a break after finishing my first year of uni, but it clearly hadn't worked out that way.
Visiting my Aunt's house may have been exciting for me when I was ten, but I had long since learnt that the large house didn't mean endless fun; only possibly for the adults. And I mean to say the middle-aged or elder adults who spent their time buried in things like chess, porcelain dolls or China plates.
"Skylar!" mother calls, "We're leaving in ten minutes, are you ready?"
"Coming, mother!"
I take my suitcase from the hallway and roll it down the stairs, my brother covering his ears at the ridiculous bumping.
I was the only one ready when I reached the landing, everyone else running around like wild horses, checking and double checking and triple checking their items.
Yawning, I note it's barely sunrise; and the plane ride was hardly going to be comfortable.
YOU ARE READING
forget me, forget me not || ON HOLD
Historical Fiction"The only crime Carolyn ever committed was falling in love," Carolyn Ann has been forgotten. So forgotten, in fact, her stories remain as mere myths. So much that Skylar hasn't the faintest idea who she really was. But her story remains. Ready to fi...
