Or… at least until next summer. But then again, next summer feels so far away. It is a dangerous quest, getting to the end of this school year. Wish me luck, for I may not make it out of this alive. Okay, maybe that was a slight overreaction, but seriously, school is something that is so unbelievable long, it hurts my head just thinking about it. Yup, I’m one of those teens that isn’t overly happy school’s started again. Especially since I had a totally awesome summer.
I spent my summer in New York, people! It was awesome! Like, seriously, by far, this was the best summer ever. See, I live pretty far from all the rest of my cousins, and we barely ever get to talk to each other, so this summer was pretty great. We went to Flushing (at least, I think that was it, I’m pretty sure I’m right but, well, you know), Brooklyn and Virginia. Brooklyn was my favorite, ’cause that’s where my favorite cousins live. So, naturally, we spent most of our time there.
Flushing (um. . .) was nice to, we checked out Time’s Square twice, and each time my amazing uncle bought me one of those really big pretzels. You know, the delicious ones? Yeah, I’m kind of obsessed with them, they’re great. But what I didn’t like was that we were supposed to go to go to Six Flags, but then we ended up going to Virginia, so I didn’t get to go! It majorly sucked. Especially since I was looking forward to it since the moment we arrived. But whatever. At least we went on The Staten Island Ferry, that was amazing. I really love the water. It’s amazing to see the waves crashing, and feel the wonderful breeze, it really is something. Check it out sometime, if you ever get the chance.
Virginia was also pretty neat. We went to some mall (I can’t remember its name) and I am actually being very serious when I say this- it was huge. Like, mega big. We went early in the morning, and came back at around 5:00-6:00. My cousins probably had the most fun, though. They were running in and out of stores while my mother and I were just like, “Yeah, okay. We’re the ones on vacation here, but please, act as though you are.” So yeah, overall, it was a blast. The best part was that my brother didn’t get to come. He needed new shirts and pants because my mom accidentally put his in the washer with a bunch of pink stuff, ruining all of his clothes. It was awesome. I just sat back and laughed as he held up a pair of his favorite grey—now pink—pants.
But, like I said earlier, Brooklyn was the best. We only have one family that lives there, but it is a pretty big family- eight kids, and two parent. So, yeah, big family. Add in my family, and you get a very happy me. But something tragic did happen, someone passed away- three someones actually. See, my cousin (he’s seventeen), he had four chickens (who has chickens these days?), and he loved them… a lot. He’d always take me and my brother to their backyard, to hold the chicken, but my brother would never touch it. I was sure that it was going to peck me to my death, but actually, they were pretty gentle. One of them tried to peck at my necklace a little, but it was cool. We’re friends. So, I did get pretty close to the chickens, but then one day, early in the morning, when only my 17 year old cousin and his mother were awake, it happened. The chickens were attacked by a cat. And my cousin had to watch as his poor chickens were devoured by the bloodthirsty beast. He tells me that it was a gruesome battle, and only one of the chickens made it out alive. I swear, he makes that chicken sound like some kind of hero. He is now not only a chicken, but a warrior as well… Pfft! Yeah right!
Anyways, when we all woke up, we come downstairs and see him staring out of the window, but I actually kind of ignored him. Then later that day, he took me out back, and dude, their cage was literally covered in blood and feathers. Needless to say, his sisters, my brother and I found it rather funny, but man was he angry at us. He didn’t talk to us for, like, seven minutes! *Gasp* After that, he insisted on keeping their last chicken in the garage. His dad wasn’t too happy, but eventually agreed. Then some time in the afternoon my cousin called all of us outside to attend the chickens funeral. My brother and I were kind of standing awkwardly to the side, cracking some stupid jokes, while he’d turn around and glare at us every now and then. They even put a stone over their grave, my brother and I told them to write stuff like “A brother, a husband, a friend.” We were asked to leave the funeral. We refused. What was really funny was that the three chickens were all shoved into one grave.
My cousin tried to get me to name his last chicken, but I actually couldn’t think of anything. Like, what was I supposed to say, “Oh, hey, call him Bob!” Yeah, how about no? It’s not like it mattered either way, the last chicken died too. I kind of feel bad for my cousin, poor guy was heart broken. He literally had a dark cloud floating on top of him. But he perked right up once the food was served.
We even went to a big park while in Brooklyn. It was nice, I spent the first half hour just swinging (I always loved it), but when I got off, I was actually about to throw up. So anyways, we all had fun, then about half way through, my 12 year old cousin comes up to me and tells me she wants to take a walk. See, the park had a trail that joggers, well, jog on, so we walked on the path for a bit. Not too long later, the path split into two sections, one normal path and another beat up, dirt path. So, of course, we took the beat up path. We walked for what felt like a half hour, and then we came across a place where the path split into two again, and this is the creepy part.
There was some dude standing there, and we were like, “Okay, what do we do?” And it wasn’t like we even knew the way we came, so we were just standing there dumbly, and the guy was all like, “Oh hey, come this way.” And let me tell you, he sounded very happy. He was seriously so happy, it was just creepy. We stood there for a few moments wondering what to do next, when eventually we took the path he told us to (I know, we shouldn’t have done it, but hey, we actually had no idea where we were). What really creeped me out was that the dude insisted on walking behind us, so my cousin and I kept sneaking glances back at him, but he wasn’t holding a knife to either of our backs, so we were okay. Turns out he was actually just a good citizen trying to show us our way out. But still, when we were leaving, he very cheerfully called out, “Bye!” So the second we got out of sight of him we ran as fast as we could, turning around every now and then to make sure he wasn’t following us. And we even took some random turns, and hid behind trees every now and then.
What sucked the most though was that when we got back, we came across our little sisters who were, apparently, “worried” about us and were trying to find us. Yeah right, like we were going to believe that. So we just told them off and to “get lost”, I swear, you do not want to see tiny 9 year olds getting angry. It’s just so weird, since they’re trying to act cool, but they actually look pathetic. They gave us the cold-shoulder for two days, it was mad creepy. And then we came across her brother (also running on the path) and his face was completely red, and he was breathing so heavily, so of course, we worried and starting asking him what was wrong. Worst decision ever. He literally gave us a lecture about how he was sooooooo worried, and how he didn’t know where we were, and some other stuff that I tuned out.
So yeah, I guess it would be a tiny stretch to say that I had a normal summer, but, normal or not, it was definitely the best summer ever. Try and beat it, I dare you.