Wealth

I visit my cousin the killer

As we drove through the countryside I looked at all the happy families and my sadness rebloomed in my heart. I still missed my parents. I wish that I could go back in time and stop it. But I wasn't Marty Mcfly. I didn't have a time machine car. Just this very normal one.

Although, I could probably buy some thing to make me feel better. But, I couldn't. I just couldn't. So I decided that I would make a new family with my aunt. A few hours later I arrived at my aunt's house. "COUSIN," yelled my cousin Aly. "How was the ride?"

"Great," I said through my teeth,". Yeah we didn't have the best history. When I was 5 she was about maybe 6 or 7. She decided it was funny to take my barbie and melt it down in the microwave. Sure she didn't realize it wasn't hers. But what am I going to do about it? That was about 10 and a half years ago. But I still think she meant to do it. So I play my talent. Fake smiling and being perky.

" Hey, what's up girlfriend?," I ask.

She stares at me like I have 5 heads. " Nothing," She answered. "Just that your parents just died and you are still perky as ever." Oh yeah. Forgot about that. I guess I should just give up. Not try to figure out who gave my maid the order to slit my parents throats. As I look around my new home I see a picture hanging in the window on the top floor. It was a Ryan family photo.

BTW my last name is Ryan. I was part of the richest family in the world what do you expect? Anyways we didn't have a good past. I think I made that clear. " So, how you holding up?," she asked. "ALY GET IN HERE!," my aunt yelled. Now you understand how it is for me. Rich kid rich aunt. Kind of. My aunt was pudgy and tried very hard to look pretty. She looked like Mimi Bobeck from The Drew Carey Show. She had about a pound of makeup and bright pink and yellow clothes on. The house was nice. I was a two-story white and yellow house. The type you see from the old days. I walked inside to see that Aly had friends over.

They both looked like they came straight from a barbie factory. As I walked in one of them got up to greet me. She looked like she fell into a vat of tanning cream at the beach. "Hi," she said. "You must be the orphan living with Aly." She said this in a tone that you would use to a newborn puppy. I really hate it when people talk to me like that. "No," I replied. " I am her cousin and part of the richest family on earth so don't talk to me like I am a baby." "Geez," she said. "I was just trying to be nice." Now I felt bad. DING DONG! I opened the door to see a fat woman in an office uniform. "Hello," she said. Something about her voice seemed familiar. The fake british. The straightness. I must have just seen her at Target or Walmart. Yeah that's it. "Ello dears," she said again. Wait. Nah. " Hello ma'am," I said. Not wanting to be rude I invited her in. " Thank you dearie." Later that night I was brushing my teeth when I saw the lady outside messing with her hair. She somehow took it off and I realized that it was a wig.

Underneath was a haircut I had only seen in my old life. My maid had come to finish the job.