Promises

"So you're saying, the plane tickets and expenses are going to cost too much if I came along, so you're going to leave me with grand aunty Camille within a dark and mushy forest?"

I asked, very much angry with my mother and father, who just sat eating their breakfast merely.

"Do both of you even consider the fact that I don't want to spend my summer there? I actually had plans for this holiday, you know?".

"Oh, cheer up dear," said my mother, drinking her orange juice. "Aunt Camille prefers you keep her company for the summer. Says it's been long since she'd seen her only grandnephew."

"And what do you mean, "dark and mushy"? She lives in the most attractive forest in the country. It even has a freshwater lake in which you and Cedric can go for swims!" My father piped in, drinking his morning mug of tea. "You're going to love it."

"Cedric may have agreed to this, but that doesn't mean I do," I said arms crossed. "I'm 19 you know, I'm the one who gets to say what to do with my life."

"Correction." My mom said a sly smile on her face. "Til you move out, we are the ones who get to decide what to do with your life. That was our agreement."

"Oh cmon, mom," I said. "That was from when I was 15. Dad!" I said turning at him pleadingly. "Say something."

Instead, the bloke was reading the news on his iPad, completely ignoring what I said. "a deal is a deal boy. No way around it."

"Cmon you guys," I said in defeat. "I don't want to go live in Devil's Foot. It has a creepy name for a reason." I sat back down and ate the remaining cornflakes in my bowl. "At least have her come here, and stay with us."

"Oh, cmon on, Lucian." Mom said looking up at me with that 'mother's in charge look'. "Im sure you know that your grandmother hates the city. Says she prefers the natural world. She wouldn't have a good summer even if she tried."

"I guess you have a point," I said defeatedly. "At least can I take my stuff with me?"

"Nope," Dad finally spoke up, still heaving his nose deep within the daily newspaper.

To be honest, it was kind of hard to know when he was paying attention or not during conversations. Even my mother had expressed this problem with him, but we just adjusted to it. "Its summer, that means fun activities with friends and families."

"Which means?" I asked, actually confused at what he was going at.

"No technology, that's what it means." He said flatly.

I promptly got up from my seat and headed towards the staircase, right next to the hallway outside the dining room.

"We'll see about that," I said to myself, once I was sure I was out of hearing distance.