I can't tell if getting caught drinking by my parents was the best or worst thing. They packed my bags and sent me out to my uncle's farm, out in the country for the summer, telling me that maybe some hard work will set me straight. But so far it wasn't so bad, other than the hot weather. The farm house was pretty nice, and decorated to the bone in all things country. Sure, I had to use the attic, but it wasn't so bad.
The house consists of 3 bedrooms, two baths, my uncle John, Aunt Casey, and my cousins Grace and Ryan.
They had me taking care of the chickens and helping my aunt in the garden, two easy tasks. Aunt Casey seemed to think more, saying I was a lifesaver and that they needed a green thumb around here. Best part was, they had at least 100 acres, 40 of that consisting of woods I could explore, they didn't even give a fuck about teenagers drinking around here, and I was basically unsupervised half the time.
I'm currently drinking a Mt dew in the kitchen, having a conversation with Grace on anything and everything, when Ryan walks in, accompanied by a tall tan guy with messy but somehow styled chestnut brown hair, wearing the typical jeans and white tank with cow boots look, and sporting a monster. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees me though, eyebrows jumping to his hairline. "Shit — the fuck is that?!" He shrieks. Grace bursts out laughing, and I can't help but join in.