I was late, very late, but that was just like I had planed it. You see I didnt want to go on a stupid six week summer vacation with mom, my stupid aunt and her two stupid daughters, twins, Lisa and Marie to some stupid island and stay in some stupid cabin while the rain pours down day after day and be forced to play some stupid games with the stupid twins.
I really hated the twins. They never missed a chance to let me know that they are two years older than me, fifteen, I am as you must have deducted by now thirteen. Not only are they the most stupid and arrogant persons I have had the misfortune to meet but also the most girlish, prancing around in there stupid frilly dresses with a half a dozen petticoats underneath, seemingly eternally stuck in the nineteenth century although it was 1992. There mom always bragging about how well they had achieved in school while my mom always talked about how sorry she was that she had been burden with a no good son like me. She always took side with the twins against me no matter what.
My dad hadnt liked my aunt and her daughters either. It wasnt until after his death that my aunt had started visiting, and staying for weeks at times. On these occasions I always had to let the twins have my room while I had to sleep down in the basement next to dads and mine model railroad. I so hated having the twins going through my things, laughing at my carefully assembled plastic model kits even dropping one or two as a revenge for me telling them to go to hell. The worst thing about the twins was the fact that they had bested me in arm wrestling last Christmas. It was a triumph they never let me forget. I had been so sure I could beat them that I didnt even consider losing. I wasnt the biggest or strongest boy in my class quite the opposite but Lisa and Marie were girls and like I said so stupidly feminine I fought I just couldnt loose. They outclassed me in five seconds. It was so humiliating I had to go down into the basement and cry, and they never stopped talking and laughing about it and offer me a rematch.
So there was no way that I was going on that vacation. Instead I had a plan; I was going sailing with my best friend and his dad. I had asked mom and she had said no in a no uncertain way, so I had devised my plan even further. That was why I was so late home from my short visit. to my friend and why I hadnt packed in spite of being told to a dozen times. I was late because I knew the time table for the trip to the ferry; five hours and a one hour stop at a restaurant halfway. Thanks to my cunning plan there were now to be no stop and no time for me to pack. So mom would be confronted with a fact accomplice. The tickets were only good for today. Yes, I was so smart. Tomorrow I would go sailing.
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