But my grandparents are driving me crazy.
About two months ago, my parents were killed in a terrible car accident. That's what they call it, you know: "a terrible car accident". Like 'terrible' is an adequate adjective to describe dead parents. So then I ended up moving to Aspen Heights from where my parents used to live in The Maples Park (so bohemian, they lived in a trailer park. My parents were seriously questionable...), so that my Sisk grandparents could take over the role of guardians - and then my Costello grandmother joined us.
After getting into the Conservatory, of course.