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Ugh. Uncle Stephan's lake house. All in all it sucked here. I swear my parents sent me here on punishment. Sorry, I meant my parent. For all I know my mother is dead and I'm stuck with that b***h of a step-mother my father is married to. But what did I do to get sent to the most boring and uninspiring place on the face of the earth?!?!?! I didn't do crap. That's right. Miss suck up said some little lie to my dad, which he stupidly believed, and I was sent here so that her kids can be spoiled for a whole summer. Little heathens.
Oh gosh. Now I'm starting to sound like Uncle Stephan. He's the rich uncle. The one who has nothing to do with your family and will only take a kid in if he doesn't have to speak to them. And guess what? He really doesn't speak to me. I can say hello or whats up uncle and all I get is a look that says why the hell are you talking to me? He isn't even married or betrothed. You would honestly think he would be with his looks. He is the tall and dark handsome type. Ew. Can't believe I just said that about my uncle. Bleh. Erase the memory.
Ok. Erased. Well anyways. His house is this huge house that is near this monstrous lake. When I say monstrous I mean monstrous. I haven't even explored the whole lake yet and I've been here a month now. But back to Uncle Richy and his house. He seems to have decorated his house to seem like NO ONE lives in it. And it's absolutely BORING. The only fun thing here is his boat. That poor thing looked like it hadn't been used in FOREVER. I had to clean that baby down good. Not just a spray down, but a good scrub. It was actually a very pretty boat once it was cleaned. It was a 2006 Cobalt. White with a dark navy blue stripe down the side. The most fun in my little world on Lake Wateree.
So now I'm sitting on the lake with my little boat. Yes mine. Apparently Uncle doesn't use it, so while I'm here it will be mine. But anyways, without getting off subject, I'm currently thinking about jumping in the lake and taking a swim. But that just seems really really boring to do alone. What I really really want to do is take a inner tube and tie it to the back of my boat and see how long I can hold on to it for. But I have no one to drive my boat. Unless of course Casper suddenly decides to leave Wendy and be my best friend. I really doubt that though.
Giggles and the roar of another boat sounded close by. I turned away from the greenish water and to another boat. See, pretty much everyone here had a boat. Your boat and your house determined were your status was in the richies. Apparently Uncle Stephan was not up there. This other boat was really nice. A sleek Four Winns with a bubbly blonde and a guy who just has the looks of a complete a** hole. I can't really tell you his hair color because everytime he moved his head from side to side his hair would fade from a strawberry blonde to pretty much a ginger color. Kinda reminded me of a kitty cat's fur.
"Hey! Loser! You should just go home. Apparently you don't belong here." The dumb blonde yelled across the water at me. Seems the kids my age here have made a sport out of trying to get me to go home. The guy laughed as she turned to say something to him. Ah. All I can think is LAME. It's like watching two first graders. Nearly makes me want to puke.
"Seems I've been being told this alot lately. Actually I think I'll stay a little longer. See ya later blondie! Oh and you too kitty cat." I waved at them real quick wave while they were trying to figure out where in the world I got blondie and kitty cat. And who was who. Then I turned my boat really sharp, splashing just a tid bit of water all over them and rode off into the sunset.
NOT.
First off, it was mid-morning and second, blondie was bitching a river at me over the roar of my engine and hers. Yeah they were following. Seems some people don't agree much with getting their brand spanking new clothes wet. Geez. Didn't I say I was sorry? Oh wait. I didn't. Oops.
"Get back here you little heathen!!!! I'm gonna hurt you!" She raised her fist in the air and shook it. I swear I had to hold back laughter. If you made her hair gray and gave her a few wrinkles she would have looked just like an old granny right there. Ok I can't hold it in. I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. The mental image was just too much. I could even hear Kitty Cat laughing over the sound of waves and engines. It was a deep booming laugh. Kinda like a lion. Why does this guy remind me so much of either over grown felines or house cats?
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I decided to change the beginning of my chappy for
The Other Story.
 cariiborealis · Sat Jan 03, 2009 @ 05:28pm · 0 Comments |
