My American Cousin
My life sucks. First off my name is Dennis. I'm an American teenager who has two little sisters that annoy the crap out of me. And if that wasn't bad enough a girl at our small country school is obsessed with me. "Hey Dennis!" A voice said from behind me. Correction time. Make that two girls obsessed with me.
I turned around to face them. Both were short with glasses but one had black hair and the other brown. I liked the one with the brown hair better. "Hey Brianna." I said to her. "Hey Lindsey." I said to the black haired one. "Hey Dennis. So, how's your family doing?" "They're fine. Can't say the same for my comic books." Lindsey rolled her eyes. She does that a lot. One day I hope they get stuck that way. "Why isn't your comics okay? Did your dog eat them?" I sighed. "No Brianna. My house burnt down, remember? We went over this already." "Oh!" With that she walked off to follow some of her other friends. To bad Lindsey didn't. "If you need a place to stay you can stay with me." "Um… No thanks. I'm going to go look for Cassie and Brittany now." I looked behind me as I walked away to find her rolling her eyes. Again.
I walked through the library doors to find a usual seen. Brittany reading one of five books she carried and Cassie dancing. Only, it looked more like she was having a seizure than dancing. I pulled out her headphones. "Hey! Don't do that! This is my life support!" She pointed to her Ipod. "Oh really? It looked more like it was electrocuting you." I laughed. Her face turned red. "Don't make fun of my dancing you-." "Hey, no cussing!" Brittany said without even looking up from her book. "By the way, how's it going Dennis? I haven't seen you for over a week." I shrugged. "Nothing much. Just staying at our neighbors who, by the way, is a real pain. He won't let me listen to my Lady Ga Ga!" "Dun dun da!" Cassie smirked. "Shut up!" I said as I smacked her in the back of the head. "Don't hit me!" "Guys stop acting like children! Your teenagers, remember?" Brittany said as the bell rang. "You're lucky Dennis. You were saved by the bell." I pulled a Lindsey (rolled my eyes) and walked out the door to where my mom was parked ready to take me to our temporary home. Oh goody.
When we arrived at Mr. Barker's home I wished that we would have just went and stayed at the church when they gave us an invitation. I hated Mr. Barker with a passion. His house smelt and he always glared at me like I was the devil's spawn. He takes religion to a whole new level. I got out of our beat up blue car and walked into the house. The place looked like Martha Stewart lived there. "Get in and shut that door! You're letting the heat out!" The old man barked. No wonder his last name is Barker. "Well, things couldn't possible get worse." I mumbled. I was wrong.