They sun began to set as I passed the town limits. I began to wonder where I was actually going to go. Suddenly, I approached a large looming mansion which I somehow found familiar. I realized at once that it was my Aunt Rachel's and Cousin Fab's. Fab was short for Fabianna. Her father came from Romania, but ran away with some college student after Fab was born. Luckily, when my Great-Grandparents died, they left the house to Aunt Rachel. I parked my bike and knocked on the door. After three knocks, Fab opened the door. It's amazing how different look. She has pink streaks in her naturally straight blonde hair. I have to straighten my caramel colored waves every morning and Mom wouldn't dream of letting any chemicals touch my hair."Hey girl!" she said, and smiled. One of the things I like about Fab is she doesn't ask questions. Then Aunt Rachel came to see who it was.
"Hi sweetheart!" she said. Then she saw the look of pure rage on my face.
"Come on in to the kitchen Alice. Fab and I will make some cocoa and you can tell us what happened.".
