I hated it when my parents got divorced, and I hated it even more when my mom got remarried to a guy she had met named Devin. I had to move from my home into a new state miles from where I had grown up. The worst part about the whole thing was my step-dad's son, Cole. He was only a few months older than me, and we had absolutely nothing in common.
It has been almost three months since we moved into this house. Cole and I had not spoken more than ten words to each other. A few days ago my mom announced to me that her and Devin were finally going on their anniversary trip. Of course, I smiled and pretended to be happy for her, but inside I was dreading spending a week alone with Cole. I planned on spending the entire time in my room on my computer. School had just let out for the summer