Reginald Wingert, or "Grandpa Gruff" as his Granddaughter, Gilda Gryphonstain refers to him as, is dead.

With her sister and her cousins 8 hours away, her mother appearing ti have disappeared, and the fact that Her dad is also dead and his side of the family either dead or living by a lake somewhere in the toenail of Alaska and her not wanting much to do with their weird antics anyway, as well as recently losing her job at Crystal Prep's radio station she has no choice to move in the ridiculously tiny with her only close relative, her A-ma Martina, who she doubts she can keep living on her own anymore.

But what else can she do, it's not like her old friend Dashie will forgive her and take her old friend in right now.

Right?

spacial thanks to nightwalker for his editing work

Currently being rewritten as I have realized this story is a mess