Uncle Isaac

Once we got home I went to my room and looked in the mirror. I had my dad's mahogany hair and my mom's green eyes. I wasn't very skinny either. My jeans looked pretty tight on me at times.

"What in the name of Van Houten does that boy see in me?" I said aloud to myself.

I then put AIA on my bed and pulled out my laptop to get back to my story.

The title is one I cannot say in case I publish it. The plot is these two kids fall through a hole and end of in a world beyond belief! They must work together to try and survive and to save the world from evil forces.

My main characters Jacob and Arya. Jacob has blue hair, it was blonde until he fell unto some strange water and it became blue, his eyes are as blue as his hair. The only thing of his that isn't blue is his skin. He loves dragons. As for Arya, she has red hair and violet eyes. She loves horses (Everyone needs a random fact).

"Anna?" said Ma knocking on my door.

"Come in." I said as I typed liked crazy as Jacob got stabbed.

"Anna, guess who coming over for dinner?" she asked with her guess-what-holiday-we're-going-to-celebrate-for-no-reason voice.

"The Senator." I replied bluntly.

"Nope." She said sounding even more excited.

"Peter Van Houten?"

"UNCLE ISAAC AND AUNT SOPHIE!" she practically screamed.

Uncle Isaac wasn't my real uncle and Aunt Sophie wasn't my real aunt. Isaac was my mom and dad's best friend. He became blind before my dad died and had been that way for sixteen years and counting. He met Sophie at Support Group before my Ma took over. He asked my mom to tell him what she looked like, all he knew was that she had this voice that was so beautiful he thought it was birds. Then they started dating (He always made this joke that he literally went on a blind date) and soon enough he proposed to her. They got married when they were twenty two and I was twelve, I think. I remember being the Jr. Bridesmaid.

"Awesome! When are they coming?"

"In about twenty minutes so I better go work on dinner. They're bringing the kids too." She said before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

They had twins who were both one year old. Let me think, they're now thirty three? Yeah, thirty three. Uncle Isaac's number one job was being a Blind Married Man for years. Then I guess they decided they wanted kids even though he couldn't see them so they had twins named Grace-after my mom-and Wilson-after Sophie's brother.

I combed my hair a little better and then checked my e-mail. I never have to look good for Uncle Isaac, just Aunt Sophie. I could be wearing pink pajamas with bunny slippers and he wouldn't care.

I saw there was a new e-mail from "I'm a survivor at ". I clicked it.

Cinderella,

Will you be at Support Group again? When can I see you?

-Prince Awesomeness.

I laughed and then started typing up an interesting reply.

Prince Awesomeness,

You can't love a girl you just met. I don't know all that much about you.

I'm afraid you must tell me something about you before I can say.

-The Author.

After I sent it I received a reply in all most an instant.

The Author,

My favorite color is green. I have a fear of lightening that I have never told

anyone. I have two little sisters named Cassie and Lily who are nine and five.

I have a romantic relationship beyond measure with apple pie.

I go to a school where everyone is so busy trying to impressing each other that

it's like none of them have their own minds or personalities.

My favorite book is Bravery. I love the Lord Of The Rings trilogy.

I hope those little facts are enough to win your favor and the chance to see

you again.

-Prince Awesomeness.

I gave in. They were random fact, but they were good ones. I decided then I wanted to get to know him better. I gave him my address and told him to meet me at three-o-clock pm tomorrow in front of my house. After sending it I closed my laptop.

"Anna, did you remember to feed Britt and Sisyphus?" I heard Ma call from the kitchen even though she didn't have to, we have thin walls.

"No, doing it now though!" I called back as I got up.

Britt was my Netherlands Dwarf rabbit. She was five years old-in rabbit years-and was a beautiful brown. Almost like a wild rabbit. I got her when I was eleven, I was being bullied and was pushed into the rusty old slide. I got a cut across my neck that bled like crazy. My choir teacher Miss Green took me to the hospital and called my parents. I got stiches and for doing so well they promised me a rabbit.

Sisyphus was the hamster Ma and Da got me for my thirteenth birthday. I first read AIA after I turned twelve and was given my mom's diary. She recommended it and told me about the author. Sisyphus was three years old and was cream colored. He was pretty old, but sometimes acted like he wasn't.

I went outside to Britt's hutch. She started hopping around and then went over to her bowl and pushed it to the door. I opened the door and grabbed the bowl, after closing the door again I scooped out a cup and put it in her bowl. Then I opened the door and put the bowl in her cage. Before she started eating she licked my arm with her small rough tongue. Her hutch was in this little spot where my mom had this childhood swing set that she and my dad got rid of before going to Amsterdam. I kept Britt's food and a tote with a lid right next to her hutch.

I then went inside to the garage where Sisyphus was. He was fast asleep in his little wheel.

"Hey Sisyphus." I greeted as I opened the cage, "Dinner time."

His eyes perked up. He lifted his head and ran over to the door which I had closed before he reached it. I scooped out some food for him then put it in his cage. He started eating like he hadn't eaten in five days. I laughed and closed the cage door as he jumped onto the wheel again, but this time to run on it.

"Anna, they're here!" I heard my Da call.

I ran out of the garage and into the house. Da was at the front door with it wide open and Ma was still in the kitchen fixing a salad. I joined Da at the front door, Aunt Sophie had both the car seats in each hand as well as the diaper bag on her shoulder and Uncle Isaac was walking ahead with his stick feeling around in front of him. When he reach the front door his stick hit my Da's leg.

"Nice to not see you Mr. Lancaster." said Uncle Isaac holding out his left hand.

Da rolled his eyes and took it. "Always a pleasure, Isaac."

"Hey Uncle Isaac." I said standing on my tip toes like I would when I was little and he came over.

"I hear a grown woman's voice, but where's little Anna's voice?" he asked.

I punched his arm. He laughed and hugged me. Then Aunt Sophie came to the door and Da led Isaac out of the way and they walked into the living room.

"Hi Anna." She said after setting down the twins and hugging me.

"Hi Aunt Sophie." I replied unbuckling Wilson and picking him up.

His little green eyes shone with excitement. He giggled as I walked into the kitchen and held him in my arms.

"Is that little Willy?" asked my Ma in baby talk as she walked over and took him out of my arms.

"It sure is." said Aunt Sophie carrying Grace in.

Then they started talking about babies and messing they've had to clean up. I left before I heard the embarrassing story from when I was being potty trained when I was four. I went into the living room and joined Uncle Isaac and Da as they talked about wives and kids. Uncle Isaac was a stay at home dad and Aunt Sophie worked at a local bank.

"So, is Anna starting to look more like Gus or Hazel?" asked Uncle Isaac sitting on the couch.

I put a finger to my lips so Da wouldn't mention my being there.

"She's a Hazel with Gus's hair only longer." He replied sitting in a chair across from the couch, but not in front exactly so those on the couch could see the TV.

"Wow, I'm imagining Gus with really long hair. It's not a pretty sight I'll tell you!"

I the burst out laughing. I had seen pictures of my dad, and the idea with long hair was a nightmare.

"You little sneak!" Uncle Isaac fake scolded, "Don't you know never to sneak up on a blind man?"

"Um, no." I replied.

"Well don't."

We both laughed and Uncle Isaac motioned for me to sit on the couch next to him. I moved over to the couch and he put his arm over my shoulder. Uncle Isaac had a small black beard and his hair was combed neatly. He wore these big sunglass that covered his eyes. When I was little I'd try to look at a certain angle to try and see behind them.

"So how's school and the rest of life?"

"Okay?" I replied, "Working on another story and I went with Ma to Support Group 'cause she wanted me to come."

I was pretty honest with Uncle Isaac. Since he knew my parents really well I'd ask him a question and he'd tell me how my mom or dad would answer it.

"What?! How many stories are you working on at once, a million?! Soon enough you'll take over the world with your stories!" He asked looking fake terrified, "As for the Support Group thing," He put his arm over my shoulder again and looked more serious. "What did you ever do to her?"

I burst out laughing. "I didn't want to, but she made me."

"Support Group will always be depressing. I don't know why she did that."

"It wasn't that bad." said Ma coming in carrying Wilson with Aunt Sophie behind her carrying Grace, "After all, I saw Anna talking with a boy."

Everyone said Oo at the same sounding interested. When Uncle Isaac made kissy noises I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Who is he?" asked Da.

"Just some boy I met." I replied simply like it wasn't a big deal, which it wasn't.

"Come on, entertain this poor blind man's ears. Who is he?" asked Uncle Isaac.

"His name is James, eighteen, and not much else." I replied shrugging.

"His condition is the same as Hazel's." my Ma put in.

No one said something for a moment after that. It was quiet until Wilson started crying.

"Isaac, did you change his diaper before we left?" asked Aunt Sophie as my Ma tried to get him to be quiet.

"I thought I did, or was it Grace?" He said not sure which child's diaper he changed.

"I'll take care of it." I said standing up and walking over to Ma.

I took him from her and went to the front door to get the diaper bag. Then I went to dining room table and laid out everything. I knew that the grown-ups would want to talk alone. After all, they were only ever quiet for a long amount of time after mentioning my dad or my mom because they wanted to talk about them, but they didn't want me to get hurt or whatever.

As I changed Wilson I remembered a time when I was eight. We had our family fun day where we'd do what my Da wants, then my Ma, and then me. First we went bowling, then Ma wanted to visit mom and dad's grave so we went to the cemetery. Before I was born mom wanted to be buried next to Augustus. She and Da went up to the place picked it out. So whenever we visited we got to see their graves side by side.

When we stood there I held my Ma's hand and rest my head against her arm.

"Is it bad I don't miss them?" I asked.

"I don't know, why?" asked Ma.

"I never even knew dad for a second, and mom I only knew for a few minutes. It's not enough memory too really miss them. The more memory I have of someone the easier it is to miss them." I explained.

"Very true, and very smart." said Da taking my other hand, "I don't think it's bad."

"I do wish I got to know them a little bit." I sighed.

"Maybe someday." said Ma giving me the bouquet of daisies we brought.

I let go of their hand and put half on dad's grave and half on mom's. "I hope you both like daisies. I don't know if you do or not, I just have to hope."

I remembered Ma and Da's sad smiles after I went back over to them. Then we went to the mall to go to the Disney Store-which is what I wanted to do.

After changing Wilson I picked him up and held him so his head was resting on my shoulder. Then I held him in front of me…big mistake. He puked all over the front of my shirt. What's worse was that it looked like peas.

"Really?" I groaned.

He smiled and started giggling.

"I better get changed." I said holding him out as I went back to the living room and gave him back to Ma. She and everyone else (Except Uncle Isaac) started laughing once they saw my shirt.

"Get'ch ya did he?" laughed Aunt Sophie. Then Isaac started laughing, I figured he knew what that meant.

"Yes. I better go change." I replied.

As I walked past the front door the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes and went to answer it. I was ready to pass out after I opened the door. It was none other than James Augustus Carson!