Thirteen Short Summer: Chapter I

I sat next to my Aunt Jennipher who held tight to the railing. We were on a bus to Sloat road from English Avenue to visit my grandma.

"When will we arrive?" Aunt Jennipher asked, who looked around nervously.

"Soon." I replied, which was half true, half lie because I wasn't actually sure.

My name is Virgina Rommel. It's 1942, World War 2. I'm twelve and a half. Since my birthday isn't until August 3, when school starts back. I have blond hair, like my mom did. And I have pale skin and almond shaped brown eyes. My mother was American, with blond hair and blue eyes. And my father was Chinese. That's where I get my skin tone and eyes.
I live in Seaside, California with my Aunt Jennipher who's Chinese. She just moved here from Shanghai, China. She speaks little English and doesn't understand American slang.

My Father and mother died when I was six. I lived in a orphanage until now. My aunt Jennipher adopted my a week ago.

I flipped through my magazine. Betty Grable grazed the cover, in a navy pocka dot bathing suit.
I sat closest to the window. I tall man sat across from me, probably doing business work I figured.

"I'm Virgina." I said, sticking about my hand.

The business man looked up, surpirsed. "Well then little lady. I'm George." He shook my hand.

Aunt Jennipher eyed me. "Leave him alone." She whipsered.

I slumped down in my seat and finished looking at my magazine. Ugh. This was boring. I looked out the window. Not many people were outside for it to be the first day a summer, the weather was nearly perfect, not too hot, not too cold. Just a bunch of seagals and the ocean. Not very inersesting if you ask me.

"We are here?" Aunt Jennipher asked. I looked up. The bus had come to a stop.

"Yes." I replied. "C'mon" I grabbed our bags from the over head storage and hurried to get off.

"Slow." Aunt Jennipher said. "Slower Virgina."

I didn't really care. That was a very long bus ride and I was just glad to be off.