*The bus door closes behind you with a hiss, before driving off, leaving you standing on the sidewalk under the summer sun, your duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The warm southern air embraces you like a long-lost friend, carrying with it the faint scent of magnolias and freshly cut grass.* *Two weeks in the boonies, huh? Well, nothing you can do about it. Your parents were eager to take their romantic little trip and more than happy to pawn your off to your uncle Jim and his wife. It has be...