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10 years ago...
''Mommy, how much longer?'' I asked my mom, Jocelyn Fairchild.
My mom, who was sitting in the passenger seat turned around to face me, ''Not much longer sweetie, but why don't you color me a picture from your coloring book.'' my mom suggested.
I got out my Strawberry Shortcake coloring book and flipped to a random page and started to color sloppily. My older brother Jon, always made fun of me for having a Strawberry Shortcake coloring book because I looked so much like her.
I finished my coloring and handed it to my mom. ''Oh, Clary,'' my mother exclaimed, ''It's beautiful!''
I ignored her because I was too busy looking out of the window. The town that our lake house was in, was a pretty big town. There were strip malls, nightclubs, restaurants, and a lot more tourist attractions, not to say the actual lake. My family had a house on the lake on a country road 10 minutes from the city, Lakeview. My actual house was 6 hours away from Lakeview.
My gaze was locked on the mini golf course. I had also like mini golf and when we came down to the lake we always played. Jon also had his eyes glued to the window.
We eventually passed all the shops and we were out in the fields. My mom's husband, Valentine turned right at the next stoplight and we turned on the gravel road to our lake house.
Our lake house had white with pale green shutters. The house was a decent size, too. We had a couple of houses that neighbored us. On the right we had Magnus Bane. I really admired Magnus because he embraced his inner sparkle. He wasn't afraid to be himself, and he was also gay.
The Penhallows lived behind us. They had a daughter who was my age, with blonde hair and blue eyes. We were polar opposites, me with my emerald-green eyes and red hair and I was shy. Aline was outgoing and she made friends instantly.
The house on the left had been abandoned for years. It was in nice condition but there were stories behind the old house. People claimed that a girl had killed herself there and her spirit is restless, searching for something she desperately needs. But I don't believe in ghosts but the story was spooky.
We began to unpack for a fun summer at the lake.
10 years later, Clary is now 18
Jon and I were driving up to our lake house without our parents when I noticed something, ''Hey Jon, they got a new club here, Pandemonium.''
Jon looked at me, ''Clary, you are not going to a club,'' he told me.
Jon was 3 years older than me, so he was 21. He could legally go to clubs, but I couldn't. I glared at him and he finally cracked, ''Okay, maybe but I put my foot down on you drinking.''
Jon had always been strict and a very protective brother. I loved him for it, but it also meant he chased away every boy who tried to ask me out. Which meant, I had never ever had a boyfriend.
Jon's tiny red bug was stuffed to the rim of the car. All of our beach stuff, clothes, food, and our other things for the summer were lying around somewhere. I was a little sad that we couldn't bring our golden retriever, Clementine. She always came to the lake with us but she stayed with mom and dad this summer. Besides, she never would have fit anyway.
We drove past the mini golf and they added somethings, like an ice cream stand and I squealed. I still loved playing mini golf even when I was 18. Jon chuckled ,'' You can go play mini golf by yourself this year. I have gone with you every other year and trust me, it gets boring.'' he said.
I shook my head, how could mini golf ever be boring? That was like saying pizza wasn't very good to eat.
We pulled in the gravel driveway and the car shook and rocks flew up around the car, making annoying noises. Jon pulled to a stop, in front of the big house and I smiled. I adored the lake, that's why I woke up everyday for school. It meant one day closer to going to the lake.
I stepped out of the car, my green flip-flops pounding on the driveway. I breathed in the lake scent mixed with freshly mowed grass and sunshine. I closed my eyes and tilted back my head, soaking up the sunlight on my pale skin
I was snapped out of my reverie when Jon nudged me with the bags in his hands,'' Clary, the bags aren't going to unpack themselves.''
I scurried to the back of the trunk and started unloading all the stuff. I brought in my bags first, because I was the most important, right? I stepped through the wooden door and all the memories at the lake house hit me like a stack of bricks.
My dad setting the grill on fire when he was trying to cookout on the fourth of July, when Magnus brought over his chocolate lab, Lucky and Lucky strewing toilet paper all over the house, and when Jon and I had a sunscreen war with liquid sunscreen.
I smiled just thinking about all of the great memories as I walked through the kitchen. Jon had already unloaded the cooler but there were still food and drinks laying everywhere.
I walked upstairs and went to the familiar looking cedar door. I pushed it open and it smelled musty, but I didn't mind. I looked around at the pale yellow walls and cringed. The yellow was so ugly in my room. My mom picked the color out so I decided to go with it. I had originally wanted orange but my mom said that it was too bright.
But my wasn't here, so I decided something risky. I was going to go to the hardware store and get some orange paint and finally paint my room orange.
Since I was an artist I could do it by myself, no problem. But my height could be a problem. I needed a tall person to help me or a ladder but Jon would notice if the ladder was missing.
I decided to wait until later to paint my room. I grabbed my bags and dragged them to my walk-in closet. I hung up all my nice clothes and put my swim suites on a shelf and my flip-flops on anther shelf.
I grabbed out my books and my laptop and set it up on my desk. I also had my own bathroom, where I put my little makeup, nail polish, and my straightener.
In the middle of my room was a queen sized bed with TV on the wall in front of it. Sometime during rainy days I liked to come up here and watch Netflix and just pig out.
When I was done unloading my stuff I walked back downstairs. The food and drinks were still strewn all over the place. Uh, men, I thought. I opened the refrigerator and put all the pop and beer in there, also adding all the meat and cheese. Our pantry was stocked with macaroni, spaghetti, soup, and s'more ingredients.
This was the first year mom and dad had let Jon and me come up alone. Jon was already in the living room watching baseball with a Miller Lite in his hand, so it looked like I had to cook dinner.
Since it was the first night and I didn't feel like cooking I ordered pizza from a pizza parlor.
When the pizza guy came to deliver the pizza I walked out on the patio to give the pizzaman his money, I saw a sold sign on the spooky house. I nearly dropped the pizza but I recovered and smiled at the deliveryman.
When I brought the pizza in I said, ''They sold the creepy house over there.''
Jon looked astonished and walked out on the patio to see the proof.
''Who would buy that house?'' he asked.
By now the house was very old. It had vines growing up the old wood, the paint was peeling, and the weeds were growing uncontrollably everywhere.
''Maybe they're rich and planning to fix it up?'' I suggested.
Jon shrugged and walked back in to his precious pizza. I sighed and followed him back inside, still wondering about the mysterious house.
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