I stared out through the passenger side window of my Uncle's truck as he drove us through Meadows Island. I couldn't help but notice how oddly perfect all of the houses on the island looked. They were all enormous homes with perfect lawns. It kind of gave off a strange, uptight vibe that I didn't find welcoming in the slightest sense.

"You eat already?" My Uncle asked, breaking the eerie silence that surrounded the cab of his truck. His voice sounded low and husky. I felt his dark green eyes look at me for a brief second before he returned them back to the road.

I shrugged my shoulders sluggishly. "I'm not hungry." I mumbled.

I hadn't seen my Uncle since my mother and father's funeral, six years ago. He'd been 34 at the time. He hadn't seemed to age much from when I'd last seen him. He still looked to be the same tall, athletic, tan skinned man I remembered him to be. The only difference was that he had grown a beard out. It suited him well.

"You start school tomorrow." He spoke after breathing out a deep sigh. "You'll need to unpack your belongings tonight and get to bed at a decent time. Chris will be dropping you off at school in the morning."

"Ok." I breathed out, as I continued staring out through the window.

Silence, once again, consumed the confines of his truck.

I sat there, now staring at the thousands of trees that surrounded us as we drove to the next city over. I thought about how difficult it felt to get used to the idea that I would now be living with my Uncle and my cousins.

My Uncle Tom had two sons, Chris and Steve. Chris was 21 and Steve had just turned 23. They both lived at home with my Uncle. Their mother, my Aunt Grace, had passed away at a very young age, after giving birth to my cousin Chris. My Uncle never remarried after that.

Finally, after 15 minutes of complete silence, we arrived at my Uncle's house.

He pulled into the empty driveway and parked his truck. I sat in his truck for a few moments, examining the enormous house that I'd be forced to call home for the next few years. The exterior was covered in a combination of brick and stone. The front lawn was as flawlessly green as the other lawns in the neighborhood.

I let out a deep sigh before turning to open the passenger side door of the truck.

As I stepped out of the truck, I felt the brisk wind hit my cheeks. I drew in a deep breath and inhaled the fresh pine scent of the island.

I could hear my Uncle grunting as he grabbed my heavy luggage bags. I followed closely behind him as he made his way up to the front door of the house.

"You can hang your coat there." He offered, pointing at the coat rack that stood at the entrance of the house.

I slid my coat off and hung it on the rack.

I had forgotten just how wealthy my Uncle Tom was. He owned a well known construction company here on the island.

He gave me a quick tour of the house before dropping my bags off in my new room.

"You can go unpack your things if you'd like." He pulled his phone out from his back pocket and glanced at the time. "Just be down here by 7 for dinner." I nodded my head 'Ok' before making my way to my new bedroom.

From what I remembered, my Uncle had never been a man of many words. The very few times that he did come visit, he'd probably spoken to me a total of 5 times. I remember being scared to talk to him. He always had an angry look on his face. But sooner or later I learned that that was just his personality. He was a serious, reserved man, which I honestly didn't mind.

That night we ended up having Lasagna for dinner. It was a pretty uneventful dinner, minus the small reunion with my cousins. I felt out a little out of place, but knew that the feeling would pass soon enough..