The Sun Will Set In The Valley Of Your Heart

Prolouge

It was one of those October days when it started out cool but turned out to be just plain humid. My mom and my two older sisters, Linda and Gwendoline, were yelling their heads off at me. I know that sounds pretty weird that my own mom would be screaming at me, but that's just how things are around here. Dad would have put a stop to it. Too bad he... isn't here. Mom makes me do all the chores around here. I think she hates me. Well, she doesn't show much affection toward my younger sister, Camille, either. Camille and I are very close. We play jacks together all the time. Anyways, my sisters & mom were mad because John told them something untrue about me which made me look bad, and they believed him! John is always doing stuff like that. Oh well. I guess I'll just have to sort things out myself. "GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" That was mom. Maybe I'm in bigger trouble than I think I am! Camille tugged on my shirt sleeve. "Don't go down there," she said with a frown. "You'll be better off in my attic bedroom, hiding under my bed, having to put up with the monster under there than having to put up with mommy." I sighed, and told Camille off. "Camille, that's not going to work. Mom will find me and punish BOTH of us." My sweet little sister looked up at me again. "Greg," she said, as tears brimmed in her eyes, "If daddy were here, I bet none of this would of happened." "Oh, Camille, please don't cry!" But it was too late. "It's not fair that daddy died before I was born, in world war two! I hate that man who shot him!" "Don't say that," I spat at her, which was pretty ironic, because I hated that guy too. My life stinks.