I walk to the Mystery  Shack while my mom and dad are eating at Greasy's.  I had my book in hand and bag in the other and started reading.  While reading, I bumped into someone. My stuff fell to the ground. The person I bumped in to helped pick my stuff up. I look at him he had a backwards cap, a white t-shirt, ripped jeans and hi-tops.  He also had brown hair and eyes.  His hair partially covered something on his forehead.

"Terribly sorry." I say.

"Nah, it's okay.  I don't typically watch where I step." He says.  When we part ways, I hear a girl yell at him.  I ignore it and keep walking.  I wonder what my second cousin is like.  Maybe he's a genius like me.  He better be my definition of cool.