Sent Away - 1

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    "You're sending me away?" I whisper to my grandmother.
    "You know why I have to do this Holland. I can't take care of you anymore."
    My grandmother is a hard woman, but that doesn't mean she is uncaring. She has taken care of me for fifteen years, but I guess I look too much like my mother. Grandmother has always hated my mother; she blames her for the death of my father, her precious Ezekiel. My father had been killed in a car accident heading to the hospital where I was being born. You would think Grandmother would hate me, but no, she hated my mother for even putting my father in that situation I guess.
    "I understand Grandmother. Where am I going to go?"
    " Your mother will be here anytime now." I saw her grimace as she said the word 'mother'.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and my grandmother got up from the kitchen table to answer the door. It was just then that I realized how old and fragile my Grandmother has become. Her back hunched over her walker and her hair was thin and white. No wonder she was sending me away, I doubt she, at the age of seventy-four, could care for someone like me.
    My mother walks in first. I see why I remind Grandmother of her. We have the same light brown hair and green eyes. My curls, however, were a gift-and a curse-from my father. As good as they looked on me, taming them was a problem. I had to keep my hair cut relatively short; it was cut to my shoulders.
    "Holland," my mother breathed, "Look at you, you're so big."
    "Uh, yeah." I say nervously. What did a person say to someone who abandoned them almost instantly after birth?
    "Well, I doubt you remember me, but I'm your mother, Sarah. Are you packed yet?"
    "Ah, no, Grandmother just told me I was leaving."
    "Well, that sounds just like Lorena. Why don't you go get packed, I have some unfinished business with your grandmother."
    "Alright, Mom." I said hesitantly. All my worries faded as she smile at the name. I went upstairs to pack.

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    My mother and I got along better than I thought. There was no awkwardness between us at all; it's like she wasn't ever gone. I told her about Jason, the boy who I had been crushing on since fifth grade. She told me about my father, and her room mate, Shelby.
    It wasn't long until we reached the house. Mom lives in the country, far away from Goldberg, the city where Grandmother lives. We pull up to a somewhat shabby house. It looks like it has been through the ringer, but that's what makes it charming. The house is relatively large, and it looks to have two levels. It has a beautiful wrap-around porch that has been covered in ivy and vines. Sure, the paint is chipping a bit and a shutter is hanging on it's hinges, but like I said, it adds to the charm. I notice a hammock hanging off of the large tree on the side of the house. I smile, that is going to be my new reading spot.
    "This way Holland," my mother calls, "You can explore later." She leads me through a mud-room and has me drop my shoes there. I don't have a jacket due to it being late summer. We enter into a kitchen-like area, and I see a man sitting a table in the middle of the room. He smiles and waves to me, I smile back. Sarah-she told me to call her that, sensing I wasn't quite ready to call her mom yet-lead me upstair into a large bedroom. A beautiful king sized bed is pushed onto the middle of one wall with a dresser and mirror next to it. The walls are a magnificent pale blue, the windows have cream curtins, which are open to let air and sunlight into the room.
    ''Do you like it?" Asks Sarah.
    I turn to her with a smile on my face. "It's amazing!"
    "I'm glad you like it! I'm going to let you get settled and explore some as I make dinner. You can go anywhere you want as long as you stay on this side of the road."
    I take out my clothes and out them into the dresser. I grab a book and head out to the hammock to read. On my way there I pass the man at the table again. He blows me a kiss and makes a silly face at me. I giggle on my way out the door. I really think I'm going to like it here.

Okay, here it is- the first chapter. I need a cover if anyone could make one for me : ) it'd be fantastic! Please feel free to point out mistakes to me! I'm not super good at grammar so please critique me as you wish!

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