Gone

Chapter One/ Important Note

*IMPORTANT NOTE*
Golly gee, I need to stop changing my mind...

Hello! I'm back and ready to do some serious writing! But I'm changing my mind by deciding to update this book with the new chapters instead.

So here's the first few chapters from newer version of Gone. Please enjoy!

Also, sorry for being so indecisive and not updating lately. There has been A LOT going on, and I also lost motivation to write because I was so busy. But I have a break for a little bit, so I figured, why not?

Later my lovelies! 💙

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Chapter One: The Move

Moving to California seems easy and exciting. Except for I am leaving everything behind.

My mom is gone, my dad is God knows where, and my sister Ali and I are moving in with the only family member we have left: our grandmother.

I wasn't ready for the move. I am not ready to leave the house that holds the good, and the bad memories of my childhood. And most of all, I am not ready to leave my mother.

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"Here we are, girls!" My grandmother proclaims as she turns her car onto a large, white cement driveway and through a wide metal gate. Bright green bushes create a border on both sides of the driveway. As my grandmother's vehicle gets closer to the exquisite building, which was more like a mansion than a house, I can see the richness in the stone walls and the clean white arches. Rose bushes with red, white, and pink roses are lined up in front of the house, adding more beauty the whole exterior part of the house.

My grandmother stops her shiny, vanilla-colored Porsche outside of the house and climbs out. Ali and I file out after her. She sashays her way over to the other side of the car and hands me a set of keys: a silver key, a faded gold one, and a car key are on the key ring.

"The silver key is the key to open the front door. Why don't you girls go take a look around the place? Both of your bedrooms are upstairs and have nameplates on the doors so you know which one is yours. I just re-did the rooms, and I hope that you will like them! Let me know what you think!" With a wave, she climbs back into the Porsche and drives her car onto a path that connects to a large three-car garage.

"Isn't this place amazing, Cam?" Ali screeches, giggling like a five-year-old girl. I nod my head and walk on the stone path that leads to the large wooden door of the mansion. Sure it was great, but it wasn't home.

I insert the key and turn the golden door knob. Then giving the door a push, Ali and I enter the house and immediately take our shoes off, not wanting to dirty the spruce wood flooring. I glance around and open my mouth in awe at the beautiful interior.

A large chandelier dangles from the ceiling, the crystals shining like millions of diamonds. A large, wooden staircase sits right in the middle of the open room, going from larger to smaller at the top and then splitting into two different directions. To the left is a magnificent living room: it consists of cream-colored couches, pillows the shade of rich chocolate , a stunning sky-blue rug, a glass coffee table, and a large stone fireplace.

Right next to the living room is a spectacular-looking gourmet kitchen with luminous marble counter tops, the perfect space for cooking large meals. A small, round table sits near a vast window with four wooden chairs surrounding it.

On the opposite side of the living room is a large glass table with a smaller chandelier and about ten white leather chairs. At the center of the table is a massive bouquet of red and white roses, which probably came from the bushes out front. To the left of the dining room is a large room that consists of a treadmill, elliptical, two exercise balls, and a flat screen TV. The walls were a sweet blue and one of the walls is covered in big mirrors. This room would be perfect for dancing, which is one of Ali and my favorite hobbies. The two of us have danced ever since we were four years old. Plus, I have been doing swim team, soccer, and volleyball for a couple of years now, so I can see myself being in this room quite a bit.

"I am going to adventure upstairs," Ali proclaims, exiting the 'gym'.

"Right behind you," I mumble, following her out. I saunter through the dining room, rubbing my hand on top of the smooth, leather chairs as I walk past. I take my time going up the stairs, taking in my surroundings and feeling the smoothly carved wood under my fingers as I climb the stair case. I walk up on the right set of stairs, looking over the balcony area. Looking up, I see my name in blue italics hanging on a light wooden door. I enter the room slowly, exited to see what is behind the door.

I step onto the creamy white carpet and exalt in the brilliant pale blue walls. In the center of the bedroom is a large queen sized bed with a light grey chevron printed comforter. A small fuzzy blue blanket is draped across the end of the bed and at least ten throw pillows of grey, blue, white, and one with a picture of the Eiffel Tower on it, are arranged nicely at head. Two white side tables sit on either side of the bed, one with a pale green lamp and a blue alarm clock on it, and the other with a picture frame and a small, black Eiffel Tower. The picture frame was empty.

Above the bed was a beautiful ombré painting with the colors blue, green, and white.

Across from the bed is a small white desk and bookshelf. The desk is plain other than a small work lamp, but the bookshelf has various book series on it, some that I have never heard of. On one shelf was another black Eiffel Tower. A small flat screen hung above the desk.

I walked further into the room and over to a large window seat, that had some light green throw pillows on it. On the opposite side of the room is a white dresser with a large mirror and two other doors: one leading to a decent sized bathroom and the other, a walk-in closet. On the dresser sat a beautiful jewelry box and small canvas that said 'Love Paris'. In the middle of the dresser is a picture that catches my eye the minute I see it.

It is a picture of my mom, my sister and I. The picture brings tears to my eyes, which I try hard to blink them back.

Suddenly a knock makes its way onto my door. I wipe the tears that had fallen away and head over towards the door, opening it. Ali stands excitedly at my door.

"This place is absolutely amazing! There is a even a pool and a hot tub out side, and the garden is magnificent! I really love my room! It's purple, my favorite color and it is huge! This whole place is huge! I love it here! Don't you? Cam?"

"Huh?" I say snapping out of my daze. She frowns slightly.

"Don't you like it here?" She questions, concern suddenly flashing through her eyes.

"I guess, it's nice." I reply, shrugging. It was more then 'nice'. The house was more beautiful than any other building I have seen before, but I just couldn't call it home.

"Are you okay?" She asks, knowing something is up.

"Yep, I'm fine." I lie, looking for an excuse. " I-I am just a little jet-lagged from the plane ride, that's all."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I will be fine. I am just going to get some rest." I tell her, and she nods understandingly.

"Okay. I think I am going to begin to unpack then. Sleep well," she says turning on her heel and skipping to her room in her silly little girl manner. Sometimes it is hard to believe that she is 15.

I close my door behind me and pull my phone out of my pocket. I unlock it and open up my pictures, selecting all of the pictures of my mom and I, except for one, and deleting them. I missed her so badly that it is almost unbearable. I could not stand the pictures on my phone anymore.

I turn off my phone, throw it on the bed, and collapse onto the bed and cry myself to sleep.