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Chapter one- Remembering

"Scarlett, I'm going to miss you. Why do you have to go?" My six-year-old sister Charlotte asked.

I put my last shirt into my suite case and zipped it up. I looked at her; she had a single tear streaming down her face. I hadn't told her the truth about our Grammy; my mother didn't think she should know.

"I told you already." I said sitting down and rubbed her back. "I want to go to school there."

"I don't want you to go. I want you to stay with us," She choked up. I looked at her face that was full of tears. My heart hurt and I saw her beautiful face painted with sadness. I love my baby sister to death I would do anything for her, but my grandmother and I were very close. I loved her more than my own mother when I was Charlotte's age. I was my grandmother shadow as most people put it.

I pulled Charlotte in my lap and gave her a big hug, I whispered "I love you so very much and I'm always a phone call away." She nodded her head into my neck. "Plus, you can have my room." This brought a smile to her face, but quickly faded when my mother walked in and said "Time to go."

Charlotte held on to me even tighter. "I have to go, but I will call you when I get there," I said I grabbed my suit case and my laptop case and walked outside with Charlotte by my side. I opened the passengers' side door and placed my suitcase in the backseat of my blue 1970's Volkswagen beetle and put my laptop case on the floor board in front; once everything was in place I embraced my mother.

She latched on to me tight like this was the last time she would see me. My mom and I are so much alike we always clash, but she gives the best hugs. I gave her one last squeeze before taking a step back.

My step dad, Dale was next. I gave him a big hug. Dale was the kind of guy that has a rough exterior, but inside he is a big softy; many people don't give him a chance. They give him one glance then turn their back on him. They fail to realize that he would be the first person trying to make you smile after a bad day. He makes my mom happy and for that I'm forever grateful. The hug didn't last long; it was short and to the point. "Be careful and call us if anything happens on the road." I nodded my head in understanding.

Charlotte was waiting by my car door; she had a couple of tears running down her face. When she saw me she wiped her face and took a deep breath. "I don't want you to cry. I want you to be strong." I said giving her the biggest hug out of all of them. I couldn't take it anymore. I let a few tears out and Charlotte wiped it away. "You're going to cry, then I'm going to cry, then we are all going to cry." She quoted from one of our favorite movies. I swallowed my tears and smiled.

I let go of my sister and got into my car. Before I drove away I looked at my family once more, rolling my window down and yelling, "I love y'all," then drove off. The drive was a long two hours. On the way, there a memory of my Grammy came flooding into my mind.

The blue one, I wanted the blue one. I had to play it smart. My six-year-old self thought. I turned and saw my Grammy sitting by the cash box. I walked over to her and sat on the ground by her chair. "Hey Grammy do we have enough money to get Mexican food yet?" I asked looking up at her. I saw a smile grow on her face before she said, "Nope, not yet." Love shown in her eyes as she looked down at me. My grandma always had garage sales and every time she had one she would come pick me up. I think she always got me because I was better company than other people.

I watched the cars speed by just wanting at least one person to stop so I could get my enchiladas, but I really didn't mind. I don't think my Grammy did either, I think she was happy just spending time with me. "Alright Scar lets pack up!" My Grammy said getting up from her chair. I shot up and started picking item up and taking them into the green building. The green building served as my grandpa's shop, storage and my grandma's western shop. Of course, not all at the same time. My grandpa would stop the yard work he would be doing to help my grandma with the heavy stuff. I think the only reason my grandpa would be outside maintaining the yard was so he could watch over us.