The Red Road
"Evain, please come down here!" Yelled my mother. As I started down the stairs I knew I was in for a shock.
"Yes mom?" I asked. My mother was a pretty woman. 5 feet, 4 inches, reddish, brown hair, green eyes. Nothing like my grandma, Dorothy Gal.
"Evain, your father and I are going to Europe to help take care of his father, Grandpa Locks. Now that you are seventeen you will stay and watch the farm." She said as dad came in from packing the car.
"Okay, If you think I'm ready, I must be. I said as we all laughed.