#Chapter142Going to Need an Ocean of calamine lotionMaggieOkay, here’s some information about the Mango Tree. When you touch the sap, you get a rash from hell with a horrible itch. A few people are lucky never to encounter it. We weren’t those people.The sap of this tree holds toxins related to
“Nash!” I chuckled.“I heard that! Paybacks are a bitch! Ma! I can’t stop itching!” Nixon said.“Well, stop touching your little man!” “He isn’t little!”“Son, I’ve seen it! He’s little!” Nate said.We roared with laughter.*****A few days later, the itching stopped, and the rash cleared up. Well,
#Chapter143A surprise doesn’t even explain thingsMaggieNash, Nixon, and I searched for Nolan. We figured he didn’t go far since we had no vehicles, and he doesn’t have a driver’s license yet. That reminds me, I still need to get mine and learn how to drive.Anyway, we searched for the little bugg
#Chapter144Drive, baby, driveMaggie“Does anyone else think this idea is awful?” Nixon asked.“You’re not helping, Nixon,” Pat said.I sat in the driver’s seat of the car with Nash. We were in an empty parking lot, and he was teaching me how to drive.“Okay, remember what I taught you.”“Check my
I couldn’t wait for Nash to lecture me. Thanks, Grammy Gray.Because of the tattoo, she drove back. I couldn’t sit with my back against the seat. I wanted to die while groaning in the back seat.“Oh, quit being a big baby. It’s a known fact that all teenagers get tattoos while on vacation.”“Well, n
#Chapter145Family memoriesMaggieI lifted my shirt while Nash sat on my bed. He removed the gauze to reveal the tattoo.“Well?” “Grammy has an unusual way of making her opinion known.” He chuckled.“Take a picture, so I can see.”He snapped a picture on his phone. I lowered my shirt and took a se
#Chapter146Fishing expeditionMaggieI woke up to the smell of breakfast and was starving. I got out of bed, making my way to the kitchen. It was odd that Grammy and Pat were in the kitchen alone. I took a seat at the counter.“Hungry?” Pat asked me.“Yeah. Where is everyone?”“Grayson and Nate wen
I glared at Nash.“Run,” Nixon told Nash. I chased them around the boat. Grayson and Nate sat on the top deck fishing. Grayson asked, “I take it Maggie doesn’t like worms?”“Maggie dislikes any type of crawly things.” Nate chuckled.I ran after them. Nathan stuck out his foot, tripping me and cau