Finding Georgia

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Some people say that not everybody matures. That not everyone learns from their mistakes as they get older.

But I knew someone who did. I knew someone who did mature and learned from their mistakes.

They had to learn it in the most painful way, but in the end, they knew it was worth it.

Her name was Georgia Scott.

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{1978}

"Georgina Mary-Louise Scott, if you don't get out of this car right now–I swear to God!" My mother shouted from outside of the vehicle,
pointing a finger and giving me the stern 'mom' look.

Sighing in defeat, I opened the car door, the scorching hot heat of summer immediately hitting my body once stepping out of it, my eyes squinting as the brightness of the sunlight blinded them. Blinking a few times to adjust, my vision cleared, finally seeing the huge white building in front of me.

I just wanted to be at home in my room and not talking to anyone, yet, here I am.

We were at my grandmother Mary's funeral after she recently passed away from old age. She lived to be 96, probably the oldest family member to have lived that long, along with my grandpa John, who lived until he was 95. Both were my father's parents. I never liked her, nor did anyone else in our family, especially my mom. She always tried to control everyone's life by invading them and telling them what to do and what they should do with their lives, and was also just a flat-out racist. She wasn't the only racist relative, unfortunately.

She once set one of my aunts up with someone without her permission, and the guy was a complete douchebag. Worst is, I'm stuck with her name.

"Ella, fix your face." My mother ordered to her boyfriend's daughter.

"Huh? But this is just my face?" Ella clarified, giving her a confused look.

"Sorry then, I thought it was the same disrespectful face Georgia's giving me right now." Mom retorted, knowing I was giving her a fussy look from behind for making me come here.

I ignored her, walking ahead as she held her boyfriend Keaton's hand.

"I know we didn't like your grandmother, but you still have to show some respect so we don't look bad." She said as she caught up to me.

From the dress I'm wearing right now, I think I know what would really look bad to them, I thought.

Walking into the church, A middle-aged man, who looks to be in his 50s, sat in the front singing "I Will Always Love You" by Dolly Parton on the piano.

Soon after, the ceremony began. After a while, everybody went up to the front to say their speeches.

"Who even has anything nice to say about that woman to write a speech?" My mom sneakily whispered, making me giggle subtly.

Everyone bowed their heads, beginning to pray. I rested my head on Ella's shoulder, falling asleep. The sleep didn't last long, as I lifted my head off of Ella's shoulder, opening my eyes and seeing people leaving.

"Come on guys, I don't want to miss The Young and The Restless." Mom said frantically, picking up her purse and swinging it around her shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure you already missed it. The only thing on now I believe is All My Children, which I don't understand why they couldn't have been on the same channel so you don't take hold of the remote for almost 10 minutes trying to find it on ABC." Ella replied, releasing the bun from her hair that she complained was too tight.

"Because I don't want to miss any new episodes! I'd die if I missed an episode of those shows." She exaggerates, pushing her hair back behind her shoulders.

We got into the car and put our seatbelts on. Keaton whispered something to my mom, which made her take a quick glance at me and Ella, before looking back at him.

"What's wrong?" I asked them, wondering what the whispering was about.

"Keaton and I have something to tell the both of you."

Oh no, please tell me she's not about to say what I think she's about to say, I hoped, my eyes slightly widening in fear.

She looked at him again, almost like for approval, to which he nodded in response.

She looked at us again, taking a deep breath before answering. "We're getting married."

Without saying a word, I opened the car door and rushed out of it, beginning to run.

"Georgina!" My mom yelled, but I just kept running. Knowing my house isn't far, I didn't bother stopping and going back to them.

Finally home and running into my backyard, my breathing was heavy, tired from trying to run away. Quickly taking my inhaler out from my purse before having an attack, I immediately inhaled, taking a few puffs in between minutes like usual.

I leaned myself against a tree, waiting for my breathing to get back to normal. The crunching of leaves was heard, making me slightly nervous.

"Georgia?" Closing my eyes in annoyance, I sighed, knowing who it was.

"What do you want, Ella?" I asked her, in an irritated tone.

"Your mom told me to go and look for you. Why did you run away like that?" She
questioned. From the corner of my eyes, I saw that she had her arms folded across her chest.

"I don't wanna talk about it." I snapped, folding my arms as well, still leaning against the tree.

"Why not? Is something wrong with them getting married?" When I didn't answer, she took it as a 'Yes."

"Listen, I don't know what your problem is with my dad, but I've noticed the way you treat him, and I don't like it. What is your problem? Tell me!" She exclaimed, angrily.

I finally looked up at her, seeing the anger in her eyes as she waited for my response.

"I used to like him, but never again since that day." From the look on her face, she knew what I was talking about.

"That was a long time ago, can't you just let it go? He apologized to her." She defended him.

"Yeah, no." I bluntly replied, finally removing myself from the tree, my arm slightly hurting from it being in the same position for too long.

"You see, no one — and I mean no one — speaks to my mom like that. The way he talked to her that day? Was the day I lost all my respect for him," I started. "He can't call my mom names and outright be mean to her and expect it to get passed me, absolutely not. He must be out of his damn mind if he thinks that's how he can talk to people, especially my own mother! I'm not, ever, going to like that man; and then try to act like he's my father by telling me what to do and trying to control me like that old hag of a grandmother. My real father is out there protecting the country, and what is he doing? Nothing, because he's a jobless piece of shit!"

Her mouth gaped open when I finished, looking speechless, as I have never cursed or been angry like this.

Before she could respond, we heard my mom calling us from inside the house. "Get your butts in here, it's too hot!"

Obeying, we made our way back into the house, as I could feel the sweat forming on my skin.

When we got inside, my mom and Keaton were sitting on the couch, waiting on me to talk to them, but I ignored them and ran upstairs, locking myself in my room.

First chapter of my new book since my hiatus! I hope you guys liked it😊

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