My mum is my aunt.

Chapter 1-only one more day.

One shining day there was a sixteen year old girl called Lucinda Price. That's me. I woke up to my seven'o'clock alarm. My gold sunshine hair was not a hair out of place. My blue ocean eyes were bright as ever and my soft gentle lips give a quick smirk as I stretch myself up.

I pull my flower printed sheets over and I leaps out of bed. I run to my puppy calendar to see my birthday is only a day away. I was only twenty-four hours away to being seventeen! I then went to the closet and pulled out a nice lace flower top and nice skinny blue jeans. I put on my new black plimsoles on.

I then ran down stairs to find my 2nd favourite breakfast, maple pancakes. My mother came in and smiled then giggled out ,"One more day, you excited?" I replied with excitement," of course, oh can I get a car, I've passed my drivers test?" She squinted her eyes as if I was pushing it."Maybe", she said with a glimpse of yes in there. I bounced up and ran to my mother and gave her great goodbye hug. "See you later, bye mum", I yelled as I was running out the door. Her mum whispered with sadness, "Bye, Lucinda."

As I walk out her pearl white door she has a wooden porch . To the right there's a lovely swing chair. All around is cylindrical, thin logs of wood. At least four up. All around except were the stairs are the exit from the porch. Also, to the left of the porch is a little box screwed in to the third log up. Inside it are beautiful tulips of all kinds of colours. It looks so breath taking. As I walk down my three wooden steps I come to a long concrete path.

On each side there is beautiful bushes of pink roses. But years ago one side was red and the other was pink. Which led back to a memory of when I was five. I went to pick a rose for mum.

As I went to break the stem if the biggest rose there I pricked my finger on a thorn."Ow", I shrieked loudly. Then I see my mother running out towards me."My dear what happened",she asked. I replied with a couple of sniffles,"I was picking a rose, for you because I love you, but when I tried to break the stem a thorn cut my finger." my mother looked at the finger and gave a soft tut. Then looked at me and told me,"You will live and how about we get some scissors and cut some for dinner time." "I think that is very smart", I giggled. We got some scissors and cut the five most beautiful I picked the big one aswell. Then it was five'o'clock, dinner time. We had spaghetti bolognese. We were seats across from each other and in the middle there were the beautiful flowers we picked out and ever so beautiful. There were three pink and three red.

Then the memory fled I was at the end of the path and I went under a pink rose arch way. As I looked back on my house which was white with grey tiled roofing, I gave a nice smirk. Then walked down the street to school. I walk to the outside of beaver then got a bus till I got to school. On my way I go past a massive park with lots of children playing, a massive bakers which I go and buy a donut every morning and the old Price property.

Were my ancestors lived two-hundred years ago. It's pretty cool. It now is just some beams and half broken walls. There's still some doorways and inside is covered in plants and the bricks are filthy.

Then I walk one more block and there I am Franklin Regional High School, Murrysville, Pennsylvania, USA. I live in beaver so I take a bus half way to school. It still isn't that hard though to get to school. As long as I get up at seven'o'clock I will be fine.