Chapter 1

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"Mom!" yelled thirteen year old Margret  dashing out the  door. " I am going to George's house I'll be back at 6:00". "Ok sweetheart tell George's mom to go to yoga class tomorrow!" Cried Mrs. Graham. Margret getting her bike out and putting a red box with a ribbon in her backpack was hurrying  to get on the road. Getting on the road Margret speeds toward a turn her dark brown hair flowing in the wind and her dark brown eyes eyeing  the block. Finally about half an hour later she spots a stucco house with brick on the sides. She pulls the red box out of her backpack . She walks up the brick steps and knocks on a stone door. Then a familiar face opens the door , a tall person with brown eyes and black hair and a pair of glasses on his nose. Margret smiles so did George. "Come in, come on it nice and warm in here than out there," gestured George. there was a long silence between them but when Margret  was going to say happy birthday but somebody interrupted. "George get inside and why are you letting poor Margret out in the cold freezing to death!" hissed Mrs. Harder. "Well sorry mom I was just gonna ask her but you interrupted me.' Oh posh excuses, excuses just like your father." Suddenly there was a long silence between Mrs. Harder and George. George's father died when he was seven while going down with a ship. Mrs. Harder never spoke about Mr. Harder since the funeral." Well then lets get going," cried  Margret trying to cheer everyone up after a long period of silence." If we want go to that movie we gotta go now.  

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