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Sarah pov

It was such a long drive, just to get there. There was part of me wondering how I ever got stuck going on this trip in the first place. I mean this whole long drive just to go camping for three days didn't seem worth it. Sure it will benice to be out of the city, but we didn't have to travel so far to do it. Then again, I wasn't the one going in the first place.

Another thing was bothering me, not so much that my dad was gone (I tried hard to forget about that) was that I wasn't sure where I would be sleeping tonight after this trip.School was in two more days, and I was startingto worry. This was my last year in public school, and I would be graduating. I didn't like the idea of James watching over us and I wasn't sure what grandpa was going to do. I started fiddling around with my hands, and fidgeting. The worrying was starting to stress me out. Where exactly where we going to go? Where did you go, dad?

To top it all off I was having major cramps. They were painful and it was hard to try and cover it up. This started making me sick.

I've never been car sick before, but looking out the window started to make me feel dizzy and then my stomach started turning. I decided to look between mylegs and stairs straight down at the car floor. This is what they said when I went to the movies. It seemed to work.

The car stared to turn down a laneway. It was so bumpy that I kept hitting my head when we went over one, and there where a lot. With thetrees passing, it filled the car with shadow to light, light to shadow then back again. It was like a strobe light. Grandpa was going so fast that I felt sick all over again. Finally we stopped.

I blinked as I got out of the car. It was about mid-twilight, and everything seemed to cast a long and narrow shadow. The sky was made up of oranges, hot pinks and reds that faded off from a light blue to dark starry sky. Everything was silent; there wasn't so much as a small breeze. There were a lot of trees and some could be estimated to be hundreds of years old.

The cabin sat high on a ridge over looking the cobblestone parking lot, if you could call it that. All the fall leaves were on the ground andthere were about five flights of stairs to reach the balcony. Almost everything was made of wood. Each window had a soft yellow glow and I wondered if my brothers were inside.

"Hey Sarah, could you do me a favor and get your brothers for me?" asked Grandpa. He didn't like to admit it, but age was catching up to him.

I began my way up the stairway, and it got steeper and thinner as you got to the top. It was way higher then it looked from the ground. It was made of old wood that liked to creak every time I stepped on it and some parts it was even rotten. I didn't trust it at all, and I kept thinking that one of theboards that heldme up would snap at any point in time.

I didn't want to be the person to get them; I didn't what to face Chris and James at all, not by myself at least. James would try and put his whole "I'm older then you, so I'm in control" attitude and Chris would back him up.

It was hard having a seventeen year old brother who is four years older than me. But it is even harder having a younger brother that is always backing him up.

I sighed and opened the door, and there they where.

James gave me this dazed look as he slouched on a old seventys style couch.One of his arms hung on the arm rest the other changing the song on his mp3. It was just load enough that you could hear the beat. His hair was platinum blond, and had bangs that went down to chin leigh. He didn't like his hair because it didn't make him look tough, but that didn't matter to all ther girls that would swarm over him like flies. His shirt was black that had words written in white saying some sorta phrase that made him feel tough. His pants where just your normal average boy jeans that covered his black shoes.

Chris just stared blankly at me and then gave a small smile as he sat up on the couch, more aware that I was here. He was wearing a blue plaid jacket that was left unbuttoned revealing a plain white t-shirt.He had tan shorts on and a pair of old sandles. His hair was more of a dirty blond with bangs that slighly hid his emerald eyes.

"Um…..a…..hi." I said

"Hey." mumbled James, turning his Mp3 off.

"Sarah!" said Chris happily.

"So…..um, grandpa's waiting out in the car." I pointed behind me.

"Is that all your going to say?!" James started. Why did he always what to start this stuff with me?

"What do you mean?" I asked bluntly

"Seriously Sarah. Dad's gone, and that's all your going say?"

"Don't start with me James!" I put up my defenses.

"Common, Chris, let's go." he mumbled.

I glared at James, eyes watching him like a hawk.

"Chris can do what ever he wants."

"That's o.k., I was planning on going to the car anyway." He acted like he was so innocent. What a help he was!

I could hear grandpa leaning on the car horn and we let out a grumble. Stubborn, old man!

We all walked into the car. James and I got the window seat and Chris sat in-between us, lucky him. James and I both shut the door at the same time with a slam, giving each other an evil glare then staring out the window. Poor Chris was stuck in-between world war 3.

"Don't slam the doors so hard!" Yelled Gramps, but no one replied.

For most of our drive it was quiet. Like an unspoken rule, no one would talk.

Then I started to worry, I noticed we weren't driving the way we had came, and more so we were headed in the opposite direction. Just where were we headed? I wouldn't speak though, not a word.

It was after quite a while, that Chris broke the silence.

"Um…..excuse me, But who are you?" questioned Chris to Al.

I had forgotten that neither Chris nor James had meet Al yet, considering that I had just met him around a day ago.Alphonse looked at Chris as if he where studying him. Almost like a scanner starting from toe to head. He smiled at my younger brother and began to introduce himself but then his older brother cut him off.

"This is your Great uncle, Chr…." But Gramps was cut off in return by James.

"Al, is it really you?" Said James like some little kid about to get a big bag of candy. Obviously they had met before my little encounter.

"Hey James," Smiled Al.

"I got a great Uncle?" asked Chris.

"This is my little brother" replied Edward.

"It's kind of hard to picture that, being so old." I side under my breath, But Al must have herd heard me.

"Well, When we were about Chris's and your age, a lot of people would mistake me for being the older brother."

"Really?" We all said at once, "Why was that?"

"Al, don't tell them that!" Ed yelled

Edward pov

I was really ready to tell them the whole story, but at this moment, it just didn't feel right. Sarah didn't agree with Al and I when we told her about the other world, I knew she thought I was nuts, Just like Alfons Hedrich did.

Everything I told about my past would just be a story to them, a mythical story. I had learned pretty fast that alchemy was almost impossible to do here, almost impossible.

"Well, brother didn't drink a lot of milk." Alphonse said, as I snapped back to reality.

"It wasn't just that!" I insisted, I didn't what to hear about my milk problem. Still to this day, I didn't like it.

"So Grandpa was short?" Sarah questioned, the first thing I really ever heard her say since she picked up her brothers.Big mistake little girl.

"Oh ya, he was so tiny. He was world famous you know, they called him the worlds smallest Al…….."

"ALRIGHT Al, I think that's enough!" I yelled.

I pulled over towards a chip wagon.

"Alright, you little pipsqicks, I might have been short then, but at this point in time, I taller then all three of you!"

They all stared at me.

Sarah pov

Yes, Grandpa was officially nuts. I had just reminded myself that I had gotten my "Little friend" today,

The chip wagon was ketchup red, and mustard yellow, with a couple picnic tables, and rainbow colored umbrellas. It had a black chalk bored telling the specials and a couple ice cream signs. It had a small deck that had a cast iron garter rail around it and a stainless steal shelf that you could lean on as you took your order. All that didn't matter as I spotted a port-a-potty.

"Grandpa I really have to go pee." I complained. It was true, I had also been holding it in on that whole ride up here.

"I'm hungry." complained Chris.

"Alright, But it's going cost you!"

I was broke, and it looked like Chris was too. We both gave puppy eyes at James.

"I only have fifty eight cents." James said

"Ed, you're Just kidding. Go on and buy your grandkids supper." said my uncle.

"Well, they haven't seen their great uncle in a while, I think he owes them something, along with his poor older brother too." I could tell Grandpa was broke and he began to pout.

Al looked at Grandpa Edward and sighed as he started to take some money out of his pocket.

"Well, I don't mean to bug you guys anyway, But last time I checked the bathroom didn't cost anything!" I said sarcastically

"Alright, we'll meet ya at the wagon." Said Grandpa

I rushed towards the port-a-potty, as if it was a gate to heaven. I sat there at least for a good couple minutes. I took care of my "little friend", and did my business. End of story.

There was a small port-a-sink, where I washed my hands in green apple soap. As I sat there washing my hands I could hear tree frogs and crickets, they where really loud and close by, it must be feeding time, I thought staring into the bush. I blinked as I saw a couple of flashing dots, that I came to recognize as fire flies. I didn't think they would be out this late in the season. I finished washing my hands and began my way to the chip wagon.

"Quick, Sarah, What kind of ice cream do you what?" questioned Al.

I looked at Al strangely. "Did you forget I'm lactose intolerant?"

"Sorry." Al smiled, "A hot dog then?" he asked.

"No, no, no, it's ok." I replied.

He stared back at me "Look, I wouldn't have asked if I couldn't pay for it."

"You don't have to." I insisted.

"But I want to."

"It's ok."

"No it's not. Do you want ketchup, mustard and relish?"

"I don't want one."

"Just get her what where having, it will make it easier" said James with a hot dog in one hand and an ice cream in the other.

Just as he said that, I started getting cramps again.

"Be right back!" I called and I ran towards the bathroom.

"What's wrong with her?" I could hear Chris ask.

"A lot of things." Sneered James.

I sat on the toilet until they went away. It was a good get away, but it would have been great without the pain.

I came back; Al with a hot dog for me in his hand. The whole idea was weird, like he was smuggling laxatives in it or something. Yet I took the hot dog, and my uncle almost squealed. I stared at him, then took a small bite. It had everything on it I liked. I once heard that there was comfort to be found in food. I hoped that it would work with this hot dog.

As "the gang" headed back towards grandpa's car, Uncle Al called me over to him.

"Hey Sarah, your growing up pretty fast."

"What's that mean?" I asked dumbly. I was told this so many times and mom's funeral, you think by now I would have gotten used to it.

"You not good at hiding it, you know. Reminds me of your mom."

"Hiding what?"

"Oh, I can tell."

"Tell what? Did you put something inside my hot dog, you creepy old man?!" I yelled at him.

There was a pause and he let out a sigh.

"Well, at least this is better than our conversation in the hall."

I glared at him. Creepy old man!

"I know you're on your period."

My face went beat red as I tried to hide it under my bangs. I had become so embarrassed I only peeked to see him give me a warm smile.

"Your mom was like that too."

"H…how did you…know?"

"You looked really uncomfortable in the back seat, and other things. Don't worry about that." He paused, "Where going stop at a hotel soon, I'll go and borrow the car and we can go and get you some stuff."

I just looked down at the ground, and then started tearing up again.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" Al bent down, and then pulled out something from a jacket pocket. He took a pill and handed it to me "It's just aspirin. Don't worry I'm not trying to poison you or give you laxatives or anything." He had read my mind.

I took it, ignoring the last part. "It's….just that…I kind of figured…I'd be talking to mom about this sort of thing…and here I am, with you."

"Well, we can't help that. That's also what your mom said when she was little."

I blinked, then thought about it for a while, and decided to ask a question I had held in my mind for a long time.

"Who was mom's, mothers…..My grandma's name?"

"Her name…… was Winry." he sighed, the chuckled "I really loved her to, But your grandpa was way ahead of me"

"Winry, that's a wired name, don't you mean Windy?"

"Nope, Winry."

"Does grandpa miss her a lot?"

"Ya, Grandpa misses her a lot, we both do. You would have liked her. She was a good mechanic; I could swear that she probably has her own shop by now. You know grandpa's arm and Leg? "

"Ya." I said.It was hard to miss.

"Well, when we where little, there was a little "accident" and he got them taking away. I don't remeber much, but when I woke up I saw him laying there unconscious, I didn't know much at the time that would help him, and so I brought him to Winrys, thinking it would be the best. It wasn't like now where you could call the ambulance and they'd be right there. It would have been a great help back then, but no"

"So what happened?"

"Winry and her Grandma made the auto mail leg and arm for him, that's why they call him….."

"What happened to her?" I butted in.

"Oh, nothing happened to her, at least, I hope not."

"Then why don't you go and see her again, I don't know about you but that leg and arm seem pretty small for him now."

"We're trying to, but it's not that easy."

I assumed it was some sort of devoice kind of thing or something really bad had happened.

"Well, I should be able to see her!"

"Do you really what to?" he asked

"Yes!"

He gave me a smile, and then we heard grandpa's horn again.

"You know, if you ever what to talk about anything, you can talk to me ok?"

I was too busy heading off to grandpa's car, so we wouldn't be yelled at.

"Ok?" he asked loader

"Alright."

Alright, so that's it for this chapter. I guess I kind of answered a question about Wirny being, but I think a lot have you have guessed that. I promise soon that most likely in the next two chapters all answer the lot of your questions and it will start picking up. I got and editer for this chapter, so a big, big thanks to her. P.s I forgot a little thing, so this is a edited it again. I geuss all answer Crazy's question about there age's. Last chapter the nurse was talking about when Anna (sarah's mom) gave birth saying " and had here first two children at age 21 and 25, then had another two years later at age 27". i hope that anwsers it.