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I've always wondered what it would be like to have one of those family's you see on television. A stay at home mother who cooks and cleans and is basically the classic stereotypical housewife, a father who would finish work at 5 and would come home with the 'honey, I'm home' line and a couple of siblings who would fight with each other and then eventually make up with a big cheesy hug.

But my family isn't like that. My family is dead. My mother, my father and my sister are all gone.

It was a rainy day. My parents had gone to the airport to pick my sister up from her big round the world trip. I had stayed at home to finish my English Assignment. At around 11 at night, I got a call from a police officer saying my parents and my sister had died in a car crash. I will never forget that moment. It felt as if my whole self had been scooped out and all that was left was my hard, stony exterior. Then the custody battle happened. It was either my Aunt Gillian who lives in Maine or my grandmother who lives in this tiny town called Volterra or something like that. In the end I ended up shipping off to Italy to live with my grandmother. If I had to choose, I probably would've chosen my grandmother. Even though she lives in Italy and I live in America, I still visited her every Summer because my mother thought it was good for me to 'learn Italian the right way'. So every Summer, I'd fly over to Volterra and then start school at the local high school. My classmates at my Italian school had nicknamed me Summer because whenever Summer came, I came. Ironic because I was born in Winter. I've been doing it since I was 6 years old and I was now 15. Each time I came over, my grandmother still welcomed me in with warm, open arms.

"The earlier your start, the better Italian you'll learn!" was the explanation my mother came up with.

"Your mother's right Antonia!" my father would then say.

"Don't worry, it stops when you turn 18. Or at least I threw a tantrum big enough to stop it." My sister would then reassure me with and then flash me a cheeky smile.

I miss these moments with my family. Even the most simplest things like how my mother would start scolding at me in English and then finish it in Italian. Or how my father would never wear a tie to dinner because he felt as if it was too formal. Or how my sister would occasionally come into my room and we would talk for hours. I miss my family. Simple as that.

But now, I believe I should move on with my life and put the past behind me. A fresh new start in Italy. How very dramatic-Hollywood-movie-star of me

"Antonia, look at you!" My grandmother said to me in her thick Italian accent, "My how much you've grown!"

I smiled. All grandparents say stuff like that.

"Grandma, it's only been a year."

"To you it may seem like a year, but to me, it seems like a decade." My grandmother grinned at me showing off her still white, still healthy set of teeth. "Come Antonia, let us go home. Your friends have been asking me when Summer is coming." My grandma then gave me a cheeky smile. Her wrinkled around her eyes began to crease up showing a life of laughter and happiness.

We took a cab back home to Volterra. My grandmother chatted happily to me through out the journey to her home town, which is technically my home town now. She skilfully managed to avoid the subject of my parents and my sister for the whole trip. Slowly, the white roof tops of familiar houses started to appear against the road. The hard stone road soon turned into a tiled, paved and narrow road that led into the remote town. Then the giant castle which was almost like the iconic symbol of Volterra began to rise over the horizon. Before long, the taxi had stopped underneath the giant brick clock tower. When I was little I had always wanted to go into the clock tower and see what it looked like. To see if it was as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. Suddenly my eyes landed on a women. She was standing in the shadows near the walls of the ancient castle. She was so beautiful. Her brown hair cascaded down in perfect ringlets, her face was a flawless piece of artwork and her figure looked like a model's.

"Tour's, would anyone like to have a tour of the famous Volterra castle?" she asked. I smiled slightly. Obviously, the head of this tourism company had brains. Hire the most beautiful girl to lure in naive tourists. A perfect marketing tool. In a way, she was kind of like one of those annoying tunes you see on ads which get stuck in your head and don't ever come out.

"Antonia, let us go home." my grandmother nudged me in the back, breaking me out of my trance while I stared admiringly at the woman's beauty.

"Grandma, can we go on a tour of Volterra castle? The lady over there was offering them." I asked. I had always wanted to see what the great castle hides but part of me just wanted to know who this woman was.

Suddenly, my grandmother's face turned into an emotionless mask. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her upper lip began quivering. Never in my life had I ever seen my cheerful, exuberant grandmother turn to upset.

"Antonia," she began in a cold, austere tone, "never ever let me catch you asking about the tours again."

"Why?" Immediately, I regretted asking that question. It was so human of me to ask. Instincts kicking in before the brain does.

"I have lived here for all my life and I know that the tours are a bad decision. That beautiful woman over there, her name is Heidi. She has been the tour guide since I was a little girl and she has not aged a single day. All those tourists, they go in but I never see them come out again. No one else in this town has noticed these little... flaws but I have. Something is wrong with that castle and don't you to ever go there."

"Grandma, you're just being silly," I responded. All these accusations sounded false yet, my grandmother has never lied to me before. Perhaps she was right. Maybe there was something sinister with Volterra castle.

"Enough of this Antonia, we must get going." My grandma's old cheerful self returned again as she tried hauling my heavy suitcase out of the boot of the taxi.

I gave another swift glance towards the tour guide. Her eyes however, were looking directly at me as if she had heard every word of the conversation my grandmother and I had just had. She smiled at me before continuing to ask people if they wanted tours. I shook my head trying to get the thoughts out of my head.

It's ok Antonia, she's just a tour guide, nothing else.

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