(Olivia)
It’s obvious that Aunt Naomi and my cousins, Rachel and Denise, have arrived at my house. Aunt Naomi, in her usual bubbly, loud voice, greets my mother and father downstairs –and I can hear every single word she’s saying.
I don’t need to picture what Rachel is wearing –it’s probably something way too extravagant for a trip to her cousin’s house, not that an overdone outfit has ever bothered her. Denise is probably hanging onto her mother’s leg –not literally- begging for a snack or something. I slam the cover of my math book down over the equation I didn’t finish. I roll my eyes.
“Olivia!” My mom calls.
“I’m coming!” I yell back, dragging myself off my bed to chip my way out of my room and down the stairs.
“Look who’s here,” mom says, smiling.
Aunt Naom
