The girl with the umbrella

Little girl

I'm the girl with the umbrella. They called my that since the age of 4. It all started on my 4th birthday. My mother got me an umbrella. It was beautiful. It was pink with white lace. I got mad at my mom though because I wanted an American girl doll. I ran to my room and cried. After a two hours of crying I went down stairs. I was looking for my mom when I heard a knock on the door. It was my daddy. He was crying. I have never seen him cry before. "What's wrong daddy"I said. " Your mom got into a car accident when she went to go get your American girl doll"he said madly. "Is mommy okay" I didn't know what happened. " She is dead all because of you!"my dad yelled at me for the first time. I ran upstairs. Later that week my dad died too. So I had to live with grandma Lila. Remember that umbrella my mom got me? I still have it and I'm 13 years old. I have been home schooled all my life.  It's my fault my mom isn't here on this world.  It's my fault they call me the girl with the umbrella.

Hey guys I hoped you like it. This is my first book so it won't be perfect. Tell you friends about this book. I hope you have a beautiful day.