Not your average cliché...

Not what I expected...

A/N: The grandparents picture

Ever heard of the saying, "Never miss your water until your well runs dry?" Or "You never know what you have until it's gone?"

Never in a million years would I have thought that those saying would be important, or that they would mean anything to me.

*Flashback*

"Miss.Jackson, please if you would just cooperate, we could all get to where we're going," the social worker pleads. I look at the guy for the first time, to see his southern accent, doesn't match his appearance. Black kakis, t-shirt, and black converses. "Okay," I nod. He lets out a breath of relief. "Thank you, now. Could you please tell me what happened the day of your mothers death? I nod my head again, and start telling him what happened the day my mother died.

*End of flashback*

Five hours later, I was in the back of a black Jeep wrangler. "You know," my grandmother starts "Your mother always wanted a car like this," She says patting the steering-wheel. My grandfather sighs and slumps in his seat. "It's true" she says nodding her head. "We know it's true, but it that doesn't mean Gen wants to hear that. Do you Gen?" I force a smile "It's okay grandma." But really it wasn't, my mother was dead, I was being to a state I don't want to be at, and she wanted to talk about cars. A car my DEAD mother wanted!

After 7 whole hours of how my mother acted, how she dressed, and how she looked when she was younger, we finally drove up to a black and off-white, two story house. "Woah," I say aloud. The house was huge, with a lot of palm trees covering the front.

"C'mon, I want to show you your room," my grandmother says excitingly. I grab my suitcase ,and duffel bag, and follow her. Once I step in the house a rush of cold air comes rushing towards me.

"This way" I turn to see my grandmother going up the stairs. I look around, before I go up. In the living room there's  a huge one-piece, black sofa against one wall, with a black lamp, a white carpet, with a black rug, to go over it. In the middle there's a glass table, and in front of that, there's a fireplace, and flatscreen Tv. In the dining room there's two benches, and two regular chairs, in the middle there's, a glass table, and the center piece is two glass vases. With other decors around the kitchen.

"Genesis, let's go!" I race up stairs before she can yell again. I step in the room she's in, and I'm blown away. "Ohmygawd" I say with my eyes wide opened. "Do you like?" she says looking pleased.

Yea," I say with a smile. The room was white, black, and gold. On the wall was painted a huge arrow going both ways. By the bed there's a book shelf , with 4 books, and pictures. I look around to see a medium sized desk with black and white stripes, and a golden 'G'.
I smile, to see a picture of my mom and a friend with a cheerleading outfit on. "Who's the girl?" I ask curiously. "That is your mothers best friend," I gasp.

"That's Trina?" I ask surprised. THE Trina I knew had pixie cut hair, and always wore old ladies clothes. "Yep, the girl was a complete rebel, her, and your mother always got in fights." She smiles at the memory. I look at the picture, and suddenly a bad feeling comes in my stomach. "Umm... grandma I pretty tired, umm...I'm going to skip dinner" she snaps out of her gaze and looks at me. She smiles warmly, and nods.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning," she walks out of the door, and shuts it. And I let out a breath, not realizing I was holding it.

I look around, so this was it. My mother was dead, and I was to stay at my grandparents house till I was eighteen, then I'll go to college, become a doctor, and live my life.

Without my mother.

A/N: ~How the house looks!!~

~The living, and dining room~

~Genesis Room~

~The kitchen~

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