I looked around at the farm in front of me, which belonged to my grandparents. It hasn't changed much since I last came here five years ago. Oh, and the stench of cow dung is still noticeable. I still believe this village is not a good place to live. Just three months; then this damn summer will be over and I'll be back home. I walked to the half-open door of the house. I knocked softly on the door before taking off my shoes and entering the house. My grandmother used to get very angry if anyone came into the house with shoes on; I remember this from five years ago, Because most of the house was filled with Persian rugs. That was probably the only thing I liked about this house. I looked around. It seemed very quiet and peaceful, unlike what I had expected. "Well, look who we have the pleasure of meeting here." A sarcastic voice from behind me caught my attention. Oh, one of my stupid cousins, Alex. He's 22. I stared at him with a neutral expression, "Thanks for your special greeting, Alex. " Putting my bag on the floor. No arguing, today. "Don't worry," he replied. I nodded. "So your stepmother finally found a way to get rid of you," he said with a soft laugh. How dare he talk to me like that. In fact, I knew that this family hated my mother, for some reason. **"Watch your...."**I was about to answer him sharply when someone's cheerful voice stopped me. "Oh, Arne, my dear. I missed you so much." My grandmother hugged me as she appearedin front of me. Her hands were shaking. She was much weaker than before and it sent a wave of sadness through me. "Hi! Um I missed you too, Grandma." She pulled back and smiled. "Your room needs a little fixing, but don't worry, I put your bed in Guest's room. You must have been very tired on the way, go and get some rest." Oh, great! Just what I wanted, sharing a room with someone, especially that person. But I shouldn't start an argument with my grandmother on my first day. I nodded. She nodded in return. I was about to leave when I noticed someone staring at me from behind. I turned my head and found him. Leaning against a wall, his arms folded... Guest. This is it. He was Guest, another of my cousins, and to be honest, the most annoying of them all. He had lost his parents in a fire accident when he was twelve and had been living here with my grandparents. He smirked. "I didn't know I'd get to see you again," I said sarcastically. "Now you do, happy?" He gave a soft laugh that mingled with Alex's. Ridiculous boy. "Oh, right. Aunt Caroline must have tried really hard to convince you to come here." Hearing my stepmother's name, I took a few steps towards him and stood in front of him. You bastard, first Alex and now him. I clenched my fists and was ready to punch him in the face. I haven't even been in this house for a few minutes and they're already trying to bother me. "You know..." My grandmother interrupted him seriously. "That's enough, Guest. Now!" Her voice was serious and loud, leaving no room for argument. I saw Guest nodded and fell silent. I was glad my grandmother defended me because Guest was very dear to her and she usually wouldn't stand up to him. In fact, no one dared to because they knew she was my grandmother's weakness.