Let's say that woman is Emily's Great. great grandmother.


I mulled it all over that Saturday night; I questioned everything about my friend who I now figured I knew nothing about. What was he hiding? And why was he hiding it? Why had he lied about his parents? There seemed to be no one else occupying the house, unless, when he had said they were at work that they were working abroad. – I hadn’t any idea. 

The following day wasn’t one I was looking forward too. It was the tenth of October, the annual family reunion day of my father’s side. His family were dotted all over the country meaning we hardly ever met. They liked to talk about the ‘good old days’ as they liked to call them, not that I really remembered as I tended to block the bad stuff out. My brother would be having his two brothers over, both of which had two sons and a wife, as well as one of them having a step daughter. I had remembered a girl cousin, a blood-relative, but one year she never came, not that I remembered her, but I remember them saying she had gone missing without a trace as to where she could have went. Her bedroom was torn up, her window wide open the night she had gone, I was interested in what had happened, but no one ever wished to talk of it.

It was early in the morning, about 8am, when the first of them arrived, my mother calling me from downstairs. Forcing myself to my feet with a half-hearted groan, I soon found myself standing at the top of my stairs, my uncle staring up at me. Uncle Max was a big, beefy man with a bald head. He always seemed to smile, as did my dad and his other brother. He worked as a lorry driver and seemed to have a made a lot of money from it, not that he spent much of it. He grinned at me, saluting me as he did. I forced a smile onto my lips as his arms spread open, trudging down the stairs, I slowly moved into his arms, his big, chunky arms folding around me for a long moment or two.

“How’s my Emily?” he bellowed, ruffling my hair as I stepped back.

“Fine,” I answered with the most fakest of smiles.

“Happy to hear it!” he chuckled.

Looking over at my cousins, I smiled faintly at them, the two boys staring down at me. Luke was two years older than me, Daniel three; both of them towered over me, their brown hair quite curly and their blue eyes dark. They resembled each other quite a lot, most people mistook them as twins.

“Ah, Emily the Strange,” Daniel mocked as he punched my arm lightly.

“It’s good to see you, I see you both haven’t stopped growing,” I joked.

They responded with a loud laugh before joining their father and mother in the living room. Following them in, I found my Aunt Carol sat by her husband. She was a small, thin, greying woman. Her eyes were big and brown, her blonde hair always seeming to be perfectly straight, her grey hairs growing in all too quickly. She smiled weakly at me, greeting me with a nod of her head. I was certain she was anorexic, for she never seemed to gain weight and I had never seen her eat. Smiling back at her, I slipped onto the floor by the door.

Having sat silently for five minutes, my mother talking with my aunt, my father with my uncle and my cousins with each other, a knock at the door disturbed them all. My father leapt to his feet with the biggest of smiles, almost skipping to the door, he welcomed his other brother in, Uncle Brian. He was more like my father, tall and thin, with quite thick hair and big, blue eyes. He worked as a lawyer, he was well off, like my other uncle, only he spent it on everything and anything. My Aunt Megan followed in after him, her crazy coloured hair the first thing I noticed. She tended to change it often, last year it had been pink, the year before that it had been green and this time it was a bright blue. I laughed to myself as I forced myself to my feet. Damien was the next to step in, he was the same age as me, I always thought he had been adopted for he looked nothing like his father. His golden hair hung down over his features, and stopped at his shoulders. His eyes were a deep brown, his jaw square and his body quite muscular, I had never really liked him though; it was obvious he loved himself. As for his older brother, Ollie, he was much skinnier, much geekier. He wore thick glasses, and shirts associated with video games, I liked him much better as he didn’t tend to speak. Eleanor was the last to enter, her brown hair falling down to her waist, her clothes baggy over her thin figure. She seemed to be that of a hippy as she had always pushed away meat when offered it, and she seemed to carry with her a leaf wherever she went.

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