You continue to pack and are wondering what shirt to take, the blue or the red when the phone rings.
You let your mom get it and sure enough she calls your name,"(insert your name here. Telephone."
"OK," you say and walk into the hallway and grab the cordless phone and say," Hello."
"Hey (insert your name here)" says a strange voice.
"Hey uh..," you say tiring to match the voice to someone you know.
"It's me," says the voice," your cousin Reid."
"No way," you smile," long time no talk cuz."
"I know what you mean," Reid says," phoned to tell you what you'll need to bring when you come work at my house after the reunion."
"Ok," you say," Let me get a pen and paper to write on."
Sure enough Reid tells you to bring some good work clothes, some dress up shirts and your nice pants and a few other things.
"Doesn't sound like a lot to bring," you say looking at your list.
"It's not much," says Reid on the other side.
"So how long has it been since we last hung up?" you ask," you still the little cousin?"
"Let's just say I've beefed up a bit," Reid says," well, don't want the phone bill to be too big, so see ya in 2 days at the reunion."
With that Reid hangs up.
"Damn," you say now curious what your cousin said.
That could be both good and bad, you think to yourself. "I guess I'll have to find out later," you sigh and start searching for the items on the list.
Sure enough you're done packing at 8:30 and Mike comes in to see your huge bags.
"Sure you have everything?" Mike jokes.
"Yep," you answer reading the CD liner notes to your new CD.
"Sure you can lift them with your twig arms?" Mike jokes.
"I'm sure I'll be able to," you say without looking at Mike.
Mike leaves your room and at 10 you're Dad forces you to go to sleep in prep for the long trip tomorrow.
You fall asleep thinking about all the world you'll have to do and how much bigger and stronger you'll get. Hopefully bigger and stronger then Mike.
You're awaken at 6 in the morning and you discouver you had a wet dream. You get dressed in a t-shirt and shorts and head down for a big pancake breakfast and eat as much as you can. Growing boys need lots of food, says your mom and dad.
You eat so much you find it sore to walk. Somehow you load your stuff into the tan SUV and find out that you're sitting where?
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