CHAPTER-1
681 Words
It was a cool fall night in the mountains of Colorado, something I am not used to. My name is Jennifer and up until last week I was living in sunny California. With both my parents until they decided i needed to spend my senior year with my grandmother, in this speck of a town she calls home. She is getting older, and they want me to spend as much time with her as i can and, don't get me wrong, I love my grandma more than anything. I just don't get why she has to live somewhere where there isn't anything to do. Just as I was dreaming about what my senior year should have been like, boys parties, sun and fun, the sky opened up with a thundering roar and a crack of flashing light.
I jumped so high i fell out of my bed with a loud thud... I groaned, pulling myself off the ground and peering out the big bay window. I watched as the wind whipped threw the trees swaying them back and forth and i swore one of them was going to break. Just as another loud roar ripped threw the night sky as if it were screaming at me. Feeling uneasy, I walked downstairs not surprised to see my grandma in the kitchen. She has always known that storms scare me you could say.
Me and my grandma look alot alike. We both have the brightest green eyes and long red hair, although my hair is a bright fire red and hers has dimmed down over the years. As I sit there watching her move about with such grace and ease, it's like she is floating on air. As if she had sensed i was there, she told me to sit down and she would bring the hot coco. Always amazed how you can do that without even turning to see me there, grandma, i said. She just smiled deeply, she always avoided me when I asked her how she did that. Long ago she would say that she had eyes in the back of her head, but when i stopped believing that she started to avoid the question all together.
We sat there in silence as the night sky roared, its mighty roar pelting the roof with rain that sounded like it was trying to break threw, sipping the hot coco slowly. My grandma finally started talking. She's a shy one. we sat there and talked for hours while she told me all about her little town. my grandma has lived here since she was a baby and wasn't to happy when mom moved us halfway across the country. Hearing the story over the years has made me think she was running from something or someone... left this note behind no goodbye no nothing ...
To mom: please don't come looking for me. I will not be found or brought back !!!! I will always love you. It's better this way, melody
Melody is my mom and the way she tells it, she was being smothered at home and didn't want to grow up and only lived one place for her entire life. My mom was more of a free soul, a live life on the fly kind of gal. Kinda the reason i am spending my senior year with my grandma while those two, get to jet set around Europe until my mother wants to do something else she can never be in one place for to long and i still wonder why that is i know there is something she isn't telling me. "ok sweet heart its time to get some sleep you have school tomorrow" my grandma reminded me "ughhhhhh" i groan but smile and give her a hug as tight as i can muster as the nervousness starts to kick in....... school...... that is all that comes out before darkness consumes me and brings me back to my dreams. Ill worry about it tomorrow until then ill be blissfully sleeping hoping the storm doesn't want to come back.
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