The Artist

The Begining

There Once was a girl named Jordan, she was 15 years old. She was in the tenth grade. Jordan was one of the most prettiest girls you have ever seen; her long brown hair with grey eyes, soft skin, rose cheeks. Jordan as moved a lot in the passed year at least 5 times. Jordan went to many different schools, with a lots of different kids. Jordan's parents left her when she was young and never came back. Sometimes she'd wonder if they'd missed her or would they ever come back? Jordan had a bright and free spirt, but that slowly went away each day. Jordan had no friends, they all left her. Her grandpa Joe was always there for her, he was her only friend. Her grandmother was a little mad, Jordan had wonder how her grandfather stayed with this women for so many years
Soon enough Jordan had to got I a new school. She had been dreading this for a week. As Jordan was getting ready for bed she heard grandmother yelling at the radio. Jordan's grandfather wasn't there so she had to go calm her down before the neighbors call the cops.

"Grandma calm down," said Jordan as she turned down the radio.

"I wasn't there for him," replied her
grandmother with a straight look.

"There for who?" Said Jordan with a puzzled look.

"JOE!"yelled Jordan's grandmother.

" Grandma, he's at work he's okay," replied Jordan with a sweet voice.

"NO STOP LYING HE'S DEAD!"yelled Jordan's grandmother in tears.

"Grandma he's at work, he's alive and fine," answered Jordan while hugging her grandmother. "He's here," she whispered.

The story behind Jordan's grandmother going nuts is that Jordan's grandfather ALMOST died in a car crash. Her grandmother was in the car as well and got her memories disappeared. All she had remembered was Joes body next to her on the side of the road.
Jordan put her grandmother to bed. It was around 12:00am when Jordan's grandfather came home. Jordan was in the kitchen drawing when she heard her grandfather yelling.

"JORDAN!"yelled grandpa Joe.

"Yes?"answered Jordan in a scared voice.

" Where's my hug?" Laughed grandpa Joe.

"Oh I thought you where mad at me or
something," replied Jordan with a smile.

The two walked to the kitchen. When they walked to the kitchen there was drawings and pictures everywhere.

"Do you ever think about selling those drawings? Could make a fortune with these pictures." Said grandpa Joe.

"I never really thought about it, answered Jordan.

"You could sell them and help us out with money that's for sure," said grandpa Joe with a plain look.

"I'll try to sell them," answered Jordan.

"Well you should probably get to bed. You got a big day." Said grandpa Joe with a smile.

"YAY! Thank you for reminding me!" Said Jordan with a discussed look.