Journey Ahead

You can't change the past

I yawn as the sun shines in my eyes when I wake. My light brown hair falls in front of my face when I get out of my bed. I go to the bathroom to get ready for my party, my 16th birthday party, me, Karrance Jalea Terra, turning sixteen, some people say that a girl's sixteenth birthday party is special, and I really hope they are right. I take a long hot shower, relaxing me for the day ahead. When I get out I slide into my Aqua green dress, feeling the soft fabric against my skin, and pulling on a pair of long shorts. Having lived here since I was 1, it is just habit to pull out a sleeveless flannel shirt out of my drawer, because even in the summer, here in Maysville, it can get a little chilly. I put my hair up in a Dutch braid, the softness of it brushing against my hand. Securing the clasp of my tree necklace around my neck, the one I have had since, well since forever I guess. The only piece I have of my parents, since they are gone. I shouldn't be mad at my past, I can't change it, but I wish I could. To at least meet my parents, even if that will never happen.

The thought has tears threatening to spill out onto my cheeks. It might have been about 16 years ago I was left on the steps of the orphanage, but I still have not managed to get over it. I wipe my tears away with the palm of my hand, along with the evidence of my sadness.

Just before I walk downstairs, I grab my sketchbook, watercolors, some brushes, and my plastic container for water, then slide them in my leather bag hanging by my door, latch the front closed. Bag across my chest, I silently walk downstairs to make myself breakfast.

Just as I guessed, no one is downstairs.

After I finish my breakfast, I go outside to the woods, the place where I go to spend my time, the place that I feel makes me happy. Nature. My creativity flows in this place, this is where I create all my works of art. Right by the shade of the birch tree.

The fresh Maysville, Kentucky air fills my lungs as I walk outside, the grass flattens from under my feet. My bag bangs against my hip with every step.

My hand brushes the grass as I sit down, my back against the tree. I suddenly feel relaxed, feeling all the tension in my body slowly melting away with the swaying of the trees. As my hand strokes the grass, I feel something happening, like the grass is growing. Like some kind of..... magic. I immediately shake the thought out of my mind.

How did you like my first chapter?

Please tell me if there are any grammar mistakes or things you want me to touch up!
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Did Karrance really feel magic, or was it just a weird feeling?
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Sorry the first chapter was so short but don't worry there is more to come!