Stupid Demeter
Nice to meet you. The name is Sabrina. As long as I could remember back, I have always loved to plant in my garden. My father would come home exhausted from work, but he would still come to the back yard and plant bulbs with me. In the winter, we would set out plants in our green house. It's not like we're rich or anything, like my stuck up, no good, ex-brother, Michel. My parents "divorced" when I was four, but I get the feeling that they still love each other. I never met my mom. All I know is that she lives with my irritating twin brother in Greece. I know my brother because I grew up with him for four years. Those were four years that I'll never get back!
Anyway, I remember on the 28th of May my father came home with an unusual smile on his face. Of course he always had a smile on when he came home, but this one seemed sincere.
"Guess what, Sunflower!" He exclaimed as he walked through the door.
"What, father?" I asked. I was genuinely interested.
"We are going on a trip. To a special place that I think you'll love!"
"Where?"
"Nowhere… except for the National Gardens of Athens in Greece!"
"That's amazing!" I shouted as he picked me up and swirled me around, "But what's the catch?"
"We may have to take Michel with us. Your mother is busy with very important matters and she is unable to take care of Michel."
"But daddy," I protested, "Mich is 13, he can take care of himself. And what about all the butlers they have at their manor! They can take care of him!"
"Your mother insists that we watch after him," he replied, and I knew the conversation was over. And in our house, when a conversation was over, it was over. I didn't know weather to celebrate or to cry. The last time I say my twin, he was rubbing all his money in my face. He knew we were struggling with money. What a trip this is gonna be.
