Genre: Realistic Fiction, Drama/Romance
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking horses and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my skirt and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday or maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the top of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
There was this one summer I spent with my cousins, back when I was fourteen. My little sister, Claire, went to their house with me.
That first day, when we jumped out of the van, we were stunned. The house was this glorious, leaning, peeling, giant home on a winding dirt road. The paint was a soft baby blue, something that reminded me of rocking horses and winter nights. Our Auntie Leila stepped onto the rickety porch and waved and smiled. Cautiously, Claire and I waved and smiled back. Uncle Jeb came to give us hugs. We returned the hugs without complaining.
"You're nearly grown up, Sadie!" Leila sang as she looked me over, fixing the wrinkles in my skirt and pushing my braids down my back. "And Claire! What a tender sweet young thing, you!" Claire tensed. She was not a tender sweet young thing. Claire was as tough as nails and did not like being a girly girl.
Jeb took our suitcases to the back door as Leila ran us in through the front.
I couldn't remember the last time I was in there. Probably a birthday or maybe Thanksgiving. I could distinctly hear the creaks and thuds as kids our age were running around upstairs.
"Tim! Jess! Makayla! Isaac! Amelia! Joey!" Leila screeched. In that order, all our cousins appeared at the top of the stairs. Their faces lit up. We hadn't seen each other in a while. They all came rushing down the whining stairs and practically attacked the two of us with chatter and hugs.
Today's the day
We show all our strength
Tonight's the night...
No one's ever gonna keep me down
Again...
And I'm gonna go on,
And on.
Tonight's the night
We're gonna be determined
Have hope in our eyes
You can see it inside
As we rev it across tonight
Tonight's the night
Tonight I'm gonna give it my best shot
And no one's gonna control me
Not tonight,
Oh not now,
And maybe not ever again.
Cause I have the feeling
That I'm powerful
That I'm givin it my all
And it's gonna be a shocker
When I power the stage tonight
Tonight's the night
And no one's gonna shove me down again,
Cuz tonight's my night.