Hatred With A Burning Passion (Completed)

Chapter 6

Charlotte strummed her guitar one more time, trying to get the chord right. She wrote down the chord in her notebook. She started once again from the beginning of her song, singing the lyrics that she had written in her flowery handwriting. Charlotte was sitting on the grass under a big oak tree, bushes surrounded her, concealing her from the world. Ever since she was a little girl, she came to this hidden nook of the park to play guitar. It was just her guitar, and her thoughts to keep her company, but she loved the peacefulness surrounding her whenever she sat here.

Charlotte took a deep breath in and closed her eyes as she exhaled, enjoying the sunlight streaming from the thick branches of the tree and the birds chirping from above, filling the air with song. She stroked her guitar with care as she wrote down some more lyrics. She heard a rustle in the leaves, and she looked behind her. A little girl stood at the edge of the grassy area, her blond hair in two sweet pigtails, and her blue eyes focused on Charlotte.

"Hi," the girl said as she walked up to Charlotte, "I love your guitar."

"Thanks," Charlotte smiled, but wondered if she should try to find the girl's parents.

"I want one just like it," she said, "I've been saving up money, but it's still not enough."

"I'm sorry," Charlotte's heart broke in two when she saw the little girl's face scrunch up in a frown. "Want to try mine?" She handed her the guitar.

The girl's face lit up. "Really?"

Charlotte nodded. "Sure, I've been playing that thing for years. I'm sure I can let someone else play for a few minutes."

"Wow! Thanks!" The girl began to play, even though the guitar was clearly too big for a girl her size. She wasn't bad, but Charlotte could tell that she did not have much training.

"What's your name?" The girl asked as she continued to play.

"I'm Charlotte," she said, smiling at the adorable girl.

"I like that name," the girl said, "And I love your guitar too. I wish I could get one just like this.

"Well, why don't you get it for one of your birthdays? That way, you parents will pay for it!"

"My daddy told me that he has to spend all our money to pay for our house," she said with innocent eyes. "He said that maybe, if he gets a new job, he'll be able to buy me one."

Charlotte looked at her sympathetically. She felt very bad for the little girl, and thought of maybe buying her a guitar herself.

The little girl continued talking as she strummed the guitar. "When mommy was here, we had a lot of money. She said that she would buy me a guitar, but she never did. She sighed. "I miss her."

Charlotte was shocked. Why would anyone leave this adorable little girl right here? Although she never met this woman, anger shot through her veins as she thought of what the little girl had to go through.

"Maybe your mommy will come back," she patted the little girl's head. "And you know what? When's your birthday?"

"May 21," the girl said.

"Expect a guitar in the mail that morning. I'll order it right now. And, I'm sure I can give you a few lessons before then so that when you get your guitar, you'll be ready to play."

The girl gasped with excitement, "Oh my God! Thank you!" She hugged Charlotte with all her might.

Charlotte laughed, happy to have met this little girl in the park. "You're welcome."