𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝

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As the ship sailed, and I had a beautiful view of the sea. A memory came to mind of my mother, and I began to sing, "Lavender's blue, dilly, dilly Lavender's green. When I am king, dilly, dilly-" A arm wrapped over my shoulder, "You shall be queen." I looked to my right to see my father. "Father." I pouted.

"Come on Jellybean, Avonlea is going to be great, A-and you'll get to meet your grandparents-" I scoffed and leaned on the boat. "Please the grandparents that didn't even answer my letter, I don't wanna go." My father just laughed. "Well it's a little late for that Jellybean we've reached land." I turned my head and he was correct we had arrived. 

I walked back to my cabin and grabbed my bags. As I packed the rest of my books and sketchbooks.  I pushed them onto the deck where the crew and captain stood. "Uhh, I d-didn't do it." They laughed at me. Captain William walked up to me and hugged me. "You are like a grandchild to me, and don't worry about what anyone says, you keep that head of yours facing the sky always."

I smiled at him and then he took his captain hat off and placed it on my head. "N-no I can't." He gave me a shove and chuckled. "Please do, you were as much as a captain, as I was." I then talked to the rest of the crew, and I was given different gifts and hugs and then my father and I stepped off the boat. 

"Bye I will miss you all!" They ringed the bell at me and waved bye at me.  When I turned around I got looks from the people. "Come on honey I got us a carriage." He grabbed the heavier bags and I grabbed the lighters. I threw them in the back, and he hoisted me up to sit down. As we rode to the house, I couldn't help but notice the eyes on me. It's not like I'm stupid, I know that I'm not common and I'm a black girl with bright red curly hair, blue eyes, and freckles I know people are going to stare, but damn not so hard.

"Keep that head up darlin' you are beautiful." I rolled my eyes and smiled. As we drove up, we hit a bump on the road, and because I was kind of on the edge I went flying off. "Ahh." I thought I was going to hit the ground, but then I heard a groan, and I opened my eyes to see a boy underneath me, and might I say a very cute boy. "Jellybean are you alright?!" I helped the boy up and I started to ramble. "I am so sorry, my dad can be a crazy driver, I really didn't mean to land-" a shoulder stopped me.

"It's ok it-" I looked up and locked eyes with hazel eyes that were brighten by the sun. We just stared at each other and I could see the slight blush on his face, but it's hot so he might just be warm. Then our eye contact was broken as my father. turned me around and checked my body for. injuries, "I'm fine this- woah!" He then hoisted me back on the cart. 

I turned around as we pulled off, I turned around and waved to him. "Thank you!!" I thought in my head 'I hope I see him again.' My. father held me tight, "Father let me go, I'll be fine," He held me even tighter, and I groaned as he smirked. He loosened his hold as I we went through trees, and I was in awe of the sight. 

I loved nature, when I was little and my mom was still alive my mom and I would plant, sing, and dance in our garden. "Are we almost there?" I asked, he nodded his head I looked at him weird. "Are you alright?" He looked over to me and gave me a half smile. "Uh yeah, we're uh here."

Turning my head I looked ahead and my jaw dropped, the house I was looking at was huge. My father and I traveled on a boat for a bit before moving here so I'm not really use to this. "M-my grandparents live h-here?"As we went up the long road I asked, "What does grandfather do?" Looking to me he said, "He's a trader and a business man, he works hard, this house is very small, it was just repainted, they do fine for themselves, but they're aren't rich this house has been in the family for years, generations just add additions." I heard my father groan as we pulled up to the house. My father hopped off the cart and looked to me. "Stay here, give me a second."

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