Rain poured down on the quaint town of Fairy Tale as I drove my red Prius down the black road. The only signs of life in the small town were the beams of light shining from the windows of shops and houses. All of this, plus the surrounding forest and towering Sequoias and Redwoods that cast a shadow over the town, were adding a creepy factor to Fairy Tale.

What a great way to start summer.

In San Fransico it was probably 90 degrees and I would be on the beach with Kate, Megan, George, and Jason. Instead I was in a old, small, creepy, and wet town turning onto Rivers Drive.

Mom had warned me not to come. Fairy Tale was her hometown, and she hated it. She always complained about the smallness, the quiet, and strangely, about a creepy fog. Another thing Mom complained about was how there was a magic spell that held everyone in town in place, how they all had to follow a certain roll. I think being raised by Grandma just made her a little loopy.

I drove down Rivers Drive until I saw a house that I recognized from Mom's pictures, Grandma's house. Grandma's house was a beige one story house, with a pig white porch, white porch swing, small living room window, deep purple door, stone steps, and large green lawn with several flowers planted in front of the porch. I parked my car in the driveway - which was to the left of the lawn - and pulled my red hood over my dark brown hair before snatching my suitcase and running to the door. I then locked my car and entered Grandma's house.

You could really tell the age of the house from the inside. It looked like the dark hardwood floors would creak when stepped upon and the pipes shake at night. The entrance hall was covered in a light purple floral wall paper and the walls were filled with framed family photographs. I noticed Mom was in a lot of them. I walked down the entrance hall - the hardwood floor did in fact creak - and entered a cozy living room. The room was moderately sized with more purple floral wallpaper and a small fire burned in the brick fire place. A fuzzy brown couch lay parallel to the fireplace and a glass coffee table in front of that. Brown chairs rested on either side of the coffee table next to the couch and more framed photo's covered the white mantel above the fireplace. A window looked over the whole room and the whole house smelled like dried herbs.

"Grandma!" I called out dropping my hood.

Silence.

I left my suitcase in the doorway and sat in front of the fire. Might as well warm up while I'm waiting for Grandma.

I leaned against the coffee table and pulled my cell phone out from my sweatshirt pocket. One missed call from my mom, one from my sister, a text from Kate, and a picture of Jason holding a dead orange crab shell by a leg from George. So they did go to the beach. Delightful.

I heard the creak of a door opening and close and heavy footsteps followed that. I quickly pocketed my cell phone and in the process knock a tray of rocks from the coffee table with my elbow.

"Victoria, is that you?" Grandma called out into the house.

"Yah it's me," I said picking up the rocks and placing the tray back on the coffee table, "I'm in the living room."

I heard some more footsteps and Grandma appeared in the doorway. Grandma was a short, skinny woman with warm brown eyes and thin white hair pulled up into a bun. She had many laugh lines and wrinkles carved into her face and I imagined she would look strange without them. Grandma was wearing a purple long sleeved shirt and a large green raincoat over it, blue jeans, and a pair of green raincoats. She was covered in raindrops and I guessed from what Mom had told me, she had been in the garden earlier.

I stood up to great her and she wrapped me in a bear hug. "Victoria," She said. "I haven't seen you since you were ten! You've grown so much!"

"Missed you to Grandma," I said pulling away from her hug.

"Well I'm so glad you agreed to spend the summer with me Victoria."

"Everyone calls me Red now Grandma."

"Like the color of the jacket?"

"It's the only red I know."

Grandma laughed. "How about I show you your room now."

"Okay," I said.

I grabbed my suitcase and then followed Grandma out of the living room. We walked through a bright kitchen/dining room before turning left and walking down another hallway with three doors. Grandma stopped at the end of the hallway and in front of a closed light purple door. "Now that's my room," Grandma said pointing to the door at the other end of the hallway. "The next door is the bathroom, I hope you don't mind sharing with me." When I did't protest she opened the purple door behind her. "And this room is your bedroom."

The room she had just opened was a little bigger than my room in San Fransico. The bedroom walls were a soft lavender color matching the fluffy sheets on the queen sized bed in the center of the room. The bed itself was a deep brown color and two fluffy white pillows rested on top of the lavender sheets. There was a large window on the wall across from me with white curtains, a view of the garden out back and a white window seat. A moderately sized closet was in the parallel wall and a deep brown dresser, desk, and chair were pushed against the right wall. A land line rested on the desk and a white fan hung from the ceiling, a bunch of glow in the dark stars were also stuck to the ceiling around the fan.

"I hope you like the room," Grandma said.

"It's amazing," I gasped.

Grandma smiled, "I'll just leave you to unpack now," Grandma said. She walked out of the room and quietly shut the door behind her.

I placed my red suitcase on the bed and took out my laptop. Thankfully there was WiFi and I sat down at the desk. I spent the rest of the day surfing the internet and video chatting and IMing Kate. By the time dinner rolled around, the pouring rain outside the bedroom window had turned into a soft drizzle.

Grandma had left a Marie Callender's Chicken Pot Pie outside my door on a tray with a glass of milk and a note that said she was going out to town.

So here I was, on the first day of summer, eating a Chicken Pot Pie alone in the small rainy town of Fairy Tale.

What a great way to start summer.