TITLE: Working Title- The Year of Season Jones
GENRE: MG- Contemporary
I bounced down the stairs to my thirteenth birthday dinner with optimism radiating from the depths of my soul. Or at least what I thought was my soul. It was going to be a good year, I was certain of it. This was the year I would be a brace-face no more, and I was sure it would be the year my unruly hair would decide to cooperate. (I was praying the flat-iron I requested for my birthday would be sitting on the dining room table.)
"Happy Birthday!" Mom said.
"Thanks," I said with a smile.
Lingering at the dining room table, I studied my presents, looking for a long rectangular box that would be sure to hold my greatest desire. Winter crashed into the chair on the other side of the table rolling her eyes at me. I looked my younger sister over and decided I would be nice to her tonight; after all, we are only twelve months apart. "Irish Twins," my mother calls it. Winter's birthday is in two days.
My family is a bit hippy-dippy. In other words, my Mom and Dad are complete lovers of all things natural and hand-made. They both wear hand-knitted socks with their Jesus sandals and some organic form of clothing on a daily basis. Mom and Dad prefer to do everything outside. Which is why I shouldn't be surprised that they named me and my sister after weather, Season and Winter Jones. Sigh.
It made life difficult for Winter and me, we always seemed to be the butt of bad weather jokes. I particularly disliked, "It's going to be a tough WINTER SEASON this year!" But Winter and I rolled with it, and tried to act like we had normal parents who weren't into veganism and reading the Zodiac signs.