Willow smoothed out her skirt. She looked up stared at herself in the mirror. A white button up shirt. A black skirt coated in deep red roses.Tall, black lace up boots. Her short, choppy hair had grown long enough to be tied in a bun and have a small braid wrapped around it. A year ago, she wouldn't have recognized her. She would have seen a girl who had it all. Someone who hadn't felt pain. Not herself. Now, she saw someone who had lived through pain, but also knew how to move on. How to keep going. How to shed the blanket of sorrow and hurt and go on stronger.
"Willow! Come one downstairs, the guests are here!" Called her Dad. Willow snapped out of her thoughts and hurried down the stairs. Everyone she loved was there. Her grandparents on her dad's side. The Sullivan's flown just to spend the holiday with them. Everyone was seated around a large dining table decorated with nice silverware. She sat down between Colin and her brother.
"Willow?" Asked Colin. "We all said what we're thankful for, what are you thankful for?"
Willow knew the second he asked." Family." She Replied simply. After years of pain, sorrow, and misery, she finally made it to where she belong.
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Running Away (REVISED)
Novela JuvenilOkay I fixed it up so it should be somewhat better but I don't know. . . Willow has been in and out of foster homes for seven years. Finally, she snaps and decides to kidnap her brother and go home. While going to find him, she meets an abundance of...
