It was a crisp summer evening. The wind blew through her coarse greasy Indian hair. She was back in America now, after visiting her cousins in India for several months. This was the summer before starting high school, and all she could think about was finding true love.
I hope to find a man who is handsome, smart, and a little bit kooky, just like me!
What she didn't know was that this was an adventure much bigger than she'd ever imagined. A journey to find herself.
She walked through her front door to find her mother, her best friend Maria, and brother Sam all waiting for her. There were decorations up to celebrate her return. "Surprise!" they all shouted. She blushed and screamed.
There was blood on the ceiling. Didn't they notice? "Mother, can't you see the blood on the ceiling!?"
Everybody's faces darkened. Their brow turned down over their eyes, Drooping forehead syndrome.