Hello. I wrote this story out of sheer boredom, and at the time, the story seemed very appealing. Knowing me, I might not get to far, but I really want this one to be reviewed on, and NO ONE reviews! I mean, Gwen, my sister, gets like 20 reviews in her story! sobs

Yeah, so, I'm just here to warn/pleaded with you. If you read, PLEASE review!

My head popped up.

"A what?" I hollered.

"Just for the year, until we get things straighten out with everything."

"There is nothing to straighten out!" I whined.

"You're too young to understand." My cousin snorted at me, her nose so high in the air, I swear it would lift her off her feet.

"Shut up." I mumbled. I wasn't in the mood. I was never in the mood for Cousin Mary. She was a grade A annoyance, and if you gave me the chance, I could say many more things about her. Things my Aunt Lila would send me to my room for. Not saying I had much of my room. My room, small enough to be a bathroom, is what they called a bedroom. So maybe boarding school wouldn't be so bad, maybe they would give me bigger room, and stick Cousin Mary in a closet. I crossed my fingers and wished.

"It's what your parents would want from you, Raleigh," My Aunt continued, "It will keep you on track with your studies, and maybe take care of that attitude of yours."

Pssh! Like my parents would ever send me to a boarding school. I mean, those where only for, what, disciplined kids, who needed to get out of their parents hair? My parents never wanted me out of their hair. They would die at the thought of their only daughter sent away to a boarding school. But, I mean, if I was Aunt Lila, I would want Mary to be as far away from me. Maybe she just wants me to go along for the ride.

"I'm sure they wouldn't-"

"Shut up, Raleigh." Mary hissed.

I seriously hate this situation. If you asked me, a year ago, what I would be doing in six months, I would have said, maybe, eating, or doing my homework. My last guess would be being eaten alive by giant turtles, but being stuck in a house with Aunt Lila and Cousin Mary would be close call for last. I guess it was my parents fault. But I can't be angry at them, I mean, who could be mad at someone who's dead?

"You two might as well go up to bed, there is no discussing the matter." My Aunty sighed, turning back to her papers on her desk.

My cousin and I left her office, out heads turned to face the ground. Neither of us wanted to go, but neither of us wanted to admit it to one another.

"Night." I whispered, as I entered my room, shoving clothes out of my way.

"Whatever." Mary fumed.    

I could tell I was going to have fun dealing with my cousin at school.