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1. Emma Winters

The lake house above⬆️

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           A/N:
Hiya! Little last minute Christmas gift! Or, if you don't celebrate Christmas than just a gift:) Anyways I hope y'all enjoy! Happy holidays!

"This is it!" My mother exclaims as we pull up to a wide lake house. She puts the car in park and then turns towards me. "Listen baby, this might not be the place you were imagining to spend Christmas at. But your Grandma is very excited to have you. So please try to act grateful!"

Grateful my butt.

This is the last place on earth I want to be this Christmas Eve. I could be snuggled up in bed watching Netflix, while wearing Christmas Pjs, and the fireplace channel going. But instead, on December 24th, here I am in my grandmothers driveway. And if my life couldn't get worse, of course my very loving mother is leaving me here after the holidays and not coming back till the spring. Why?

It's a long story.

Really long.

Last year my Dad lost his job at the bank. We were okay with money till the following may, and then things started to go down hill. My parents started fighting a lot. (Or at least more than usual.) And pretty soon my Mom wanted a divorce. After they split she got a part time job, and made plans to move in with my Grandma in the spring. She promises that it'll all work out.
  
           Even I'm not stupid enough to fall for that. In all honesty I don't think that she is either. But it seems to provide her with some comfort. And that's something, right?

        "I'll try my best Mom." I give her one of my best smiles. "That's my baby girl." She coos, pinching my cheek. "What the hell Mom? I'm seventeen years old, not seventeen months old." I squirm out of her grasp. "Language!" She scolds.

Oh, please.

That's the least of my very colorful vocabulary.
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"Oh my precious babies!" My grandma squeals running to me and embracing me in a hug. "Where are the boys?" She asks, referring to my twin eight year old brothers. "At their dads house." My mom replies, hanging her coat up.

And reason number two I don't want to be here. My Grandma has favorites. The twins are obviously her favorites. And she is not afraid to show that. She pampers them with freshly baked goods, trips to Disney land, and the number one spot on her very own wall of fame. Yup, she sure does love those boys.

That makes me hate them even more.

"Oh well! They'll be here soon enough." She chuckles to herself and walks back into the kitchen. I catch a whiff of a very sweet aroma drifting from the kitchen.

My natural foodie instincts tell me follow the scent.

          As I wander towards the kitchen I here the door slam behind me. I whirl around to find that my mother has disappeared. Most likely out to the car to gather all of our luggage.

          Now to anyone else this doesn't seem to be such a problem. So what you're alone in a house with a sweet old lady to bake you things. Though she my love to bake, and old as she is, sweet isn't the adjective I'd use to describe her.

      Blame it on my hormones, or lack of people skills, but we've never gotten along. Even as a little kid I somehow managed to get into trouble with her. Possibly because her personality is "ladylike" and neat, while in comparison mine looks like it came from the dumpster behind GoodWill.

         She always finds something about me that isn't to her liking. Be it my posture, or imperfect table manners, something's always wrong.

       So as a result of these conditions, I try to never be left alone with her. Of course this will be hard since I will be living with her. But I like challenges.

     So I think I'll just continue to stand here looking like an idiot until my mother returns from the car.

      But as usual my perfect plan seems to be not so perfect. My grandmother comes prancing back into the entry way. "Emma! There you are! But what on earth are you doing?"

      I try to move or say something, but being as easily embarrassed as I am I seem to be glued to the spot. And words are no longer forming in my brain. So I opt to give her my best smile. (Which comes out more pained than anything else) Being an awkward person, you would think I would be used to this by now. But no matter how many times this happens, it will always be embarrassing.

Make a fool out of myself my first day here. Check.

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Sorry for my terrible writing😁 I'm fairly new at this. It's not fabulous but it's a start.

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