Here I was, sitting in the car with my two brothers, mom, and our dog. We have to move to a small town in California called Santa Carla. I didn't want to move away from my friends. My mom didn't care though she wanted to be close to our grandpa. I feel like I've been sitting in this car for forever. I finally decided to tune back in to what they were all doing. My mom was changing the channel on the radio and my older brother Michael told her to keep going when all of a sudden she stopped on a channel.
"Keep going." said Michael and Sam.
"Hey hey hey that's from my era." said mom as she started singing this awful song
"Keep going." said both of my brothers smiling. She finally stopped on a channel that was good enough for all of us. Mom saw the sign with the town's name on it.
"Hey guys were almost there." Mom said smiling. I personally didn't see what there was to smile about.
"Oh what's that smell?" said Sam a look of disgust on his face. He got the smell of the salt water from the ocean as we were close to the beach.
"Ah that's the ocean air." Mom said as she breathed in deeply remembering it from when she was a little girl living down here.
"Smells like someone died," Sam said.
Michael and I weren't really paying attention to them. We were both looking out the window at the sign saying welcome to Santa Carla. We both looked at the back of the sign seeing in red letters, "Murder Capital of the World." Michael and I turned around realizing that mom had been talking to all three of us. Finally we pulled up a dirt driveway Sam and me still in the car with mom while Michael was on his bike behind us. Once the car stopped me and Sam got out looking around at all the strange things in the yard. Sam got nook out of the car and closed the door. I walked over to Michael and just stood next to him. Mom went around the car looking at the entrance where all of us saw the body of grandpa on the porch. We all walked closer following behind mom. Mom went up the steps and crouched down next to him. Michael, Sam and I looked at the scene.
"He looks dead," Michael said bluntly. I looked at him strangely and he just shrugged his shoulders.
"No he's just a deep sleeper." Mom said
"If he's dead can we go back to Phoenix?" said Sam. "Were me and my mom the only ones who actually cared?" I thought to myself.
Mom looked up at Sam with a stern look and grandpa lifted his head smiling at us three.
"Playing dead," he said looking at us, "and from what I heard doing a damn good job of it too." Mom rolled her eyes and he sat up hugging mom as he laughed. All three of us looked at each other with weird looks then looked back at them.