Unexpected Love (on Hold)

New Story Finding Home

Here is an excerpt from my new story, Finding Home. Enjoy!

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As I packed my things and my life here in the US, I recalled some of the important memories I had created here.

One memory that would always stay with me, swinging back and forth on my tire swing, letting the warm summer breeze warm my face. I would look up at the clouds wondering different things. Did Nate like me? And eventually, is it time for us to break up? As my life changed the questions I asked changed but one question always remained, who was I going to marry? Of course my dream was an incredibly gorgeous Brit or Irishman, who shared all my thoughts and dreams. We would be our true loves, but also each others best friend.

Today I was moving in that direction. My bags and stuff were being packed and sent to the UK to sit in my dorm at Oxford and soon in the house that I would share with my future husband. I know you're asking, am I getting married? No I'm not, I'm simply moving to my dream college in the UK where I would eventually, hopefully, meet my future husband.

The day I received the letter that stated my acceptance into Oxford with full scholarship, I was beyond thrilled. I opened the letter with my family at the table. I braced myself for the heart dropping news that, no I was not accepted into the school of my dreams. As I slowly opened the letter my parents leaned in with each little tear. I read the first line and at first I thought I had read wrong, I kept searching for the classic, we regret to inform you...but it never showed. My mother grabbed the letter and read it aloud to my father and my sister and brother. She read halfway through and found that yes, not only had I been accepted, I was going on full scholarship.

This meant that everything they had worked hard to save for me, could go into the bank and be used to repair our ailing farmhouse, in desperate need of renovation. Of course they were happy that I and been accepted, but otherwise they are very quiet.my family was that way quiet and sometimes distant.

I broke the news to my friends and my own teachers. I would never forget though my favorite two teachers reactions.

Mrs. Tenley, my beloved choir teacher had been my in school mom. It was routine for me to eat breakfast in her office and discuss the difficulties in my life. Lately it had usually sullen mornings since I was going through a rough breakup with my boyfriend of two years, who had gone to college when I became a junior and by the time I was a senior well, he was too old for me. Coming to school was hard, knowing I only had weeks before I was free and done with another chapter of my life.

As I announced the news to her, her smile grew larger and larger. After I had finished she leaped form her chair and embraced me tightly. She congratulated me and even had tears come to her eyes. I had never seen her cry and became instantly worried, but soon found out that they were only tears of joy.

She said to me, "Chase, you know that you are one of my favorites, but you don't know that you are a favorite of my favorites. You have worked so hard to become the girl that you are and you have been rewarded with the greatest opportunity. I will though be sad to loose you." With that she embraced me again and then even announced the news to the entire class.

As I walked into my AP calculus class which I took with my four year math teacher, Mr. Wellington.