We always have choice in life, choice to hang out with friends instead of staying at home, choice to watch a movie instead a tv-show... We also always have choices to make. Sometimes they are hard, sometimes they are easy ; but we have to choose at the end. For me, the choice has been easy. Do I stay in Paris for summer or do I go with my mother to New York? Easy: New York.

To be honest with you, I don't know too much about New York, I spent the last ten years in Paris with my mother. Oh and, I said my mother because I don't know my father. Well, I know who he is, like a lot of person, but I never seen him since he died before my birth. My mother rarely talks about him, I think she is still affected by his death. Someone killed him, it's all I know... and I don't think I want to know more!

Anyway, I should think about beautiful things, I'm almost arrived in New York! Next to me, my mother is asleep. She's almost fourty years old but is still really pretty with her short blond hair, her brown eyes and her queen posture. A lot of people said that I look like her when she was my age. I considered myself lucky.

The plane started to go down and I looked at the city. It was beautiful with all these buildings! I can't believe that I was supposed to live here, happy, with my two parents. My father's killer ruined everything.

I continued to look through the window, trying to forgot my darks thoughts. Few moments later, the plane touched the ground and my mother woke up suddenly. I looked at her with a little smile and began to picked my things for leaving the plane.

We just passed the security that a woman came to see us. Even if she did a big smile to me, she looked like a witch. " Margaux! I'm so happy to see you! Why didn't you inform us of your visit?" the woman asked. My mom was all edgy when she answered You seem to know everything, why should I have informed you?" " Oh, you're right, surprises are nice! I didn't know that you were coming with Emma!". She smiled to me but I didn't smile at her. I don't know why but I didn't like her. " Yes, she came with me. Sorry Victoria but we are both exhausted, we must go to our hotel". " Hotel? No, no! Margaux, you're part of the family, your girl too, come to my home!". I looked at her more closely. She had perfect brown hair, perfect brown eyes, perfect posture, perfect clothes. She was too perfect then I remembered who she was. I saw her before on TV: she was Victoria Grayson, my paternal grandmother. Oh god.

My mom took her suitcase in her hand and declined the invitation from my grandmother. She takes my hand and walked straight to the airport terminal exit. I looked quickly at my grandmother and gated entered in the taxi who was waiting for us.

" Why don't you like her?" my mom looked at me, she looked really tired, she said: "She did bad things" I said " Everyone does bad things in his life". My mother answered " It's complicated with your grandmother".

I didn't ask more questions. With my mother, everything seems complicated but I didn't think it was, she just didn't want to explains me. She treats me like a child, she is afraid of telling me things that I'm too young to know. I don't like that.

I suddenly opened my eyes. I had a bad dream ; I saw my father, happy, and my grandmother appears and shoot him, it was awful. I knew my grandmother didn't kill her son, it was just a dream it it would be too horrible but I didn't think she is the kind of grandmother who does scrapbooking and who pets her cats. I whispered in the dark and looked at my mother, in the other bed, who sleeps peacefully.

There is a lot of things to know about the Grayson. I think I have made a good choice to come here for the summer, I will discover many interesting things about my family.

In my bed, I promise myself to have an unforgettable summer.