Coming Home

Chapter 1

I woke up to the blazing sun on my face. Today is the day. Today was when I am to move back to my hometown in Tennessee. Today is when I have to see my family.

I haven't seen my family or even communicated with my family for 10 years. When my parents and I moved we never really talked to them. But some my parents are dead I have to move in with my Aunt Debby and Uncle Martin.

They're my legal guardians now but my whole dad's side of the family lives in that house. So I'll be seeing my grand parents, my eight cousins, my other aunt and uncle; Aunt Lisa and Uncle Charlie, and also the family dog Heidi. I haven't met my aunt Debby before because my uncle got remarried to her a little after I left.

I got up from my bed and changed into a white tank top with jean short shorts. I walked over to bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. I put my hair into messy bun and and headed out. I grabbed my suit case and put the rest of my stuff away into it. I grabbed my backpack which contained my laptop, most of my books, my poem journal, a pen, and a picture of me with my parents before we moved out here.

Myparents gave me a special journal for my birthday. I can still remember what dad told me when I got it. I started to zone out as I went back to that memory.

"Now when I give this to you I want you to write all your feelings. Everything that your heart want to come out. Whether it's pain, sadness, anger, or happiness, excitment, joy; no matter what it iis. If your heart want you to write it. Them you write!" I remember my father telling me as he gave me th journal.

The journal had a white fabric hard cover with a rose stitched onto it. At the bottom, in stitching, it wrote in cursive, my name, Daniella Westen. I've had always written everything I felt into this journal.

I walked down the hall with all my loggage. I went into the elevator and clicked on the ground level button. i got to the bottom, or the lobby floor. I walked to the lobby desk where Larry was sitting. Larry was the apartment manager and a good friend of mine. He is like a brother or a second father to me and a close friend to me and my family, my dead family.

"Hey Dani, you ready?" He greeted.

"No, I don't want to go." I told him.

"Dani, I don't want you to leave just as much as you don't. You're the closest thing I have to family but we have no choice." He said.

"I know..." I sighed.

"Hey, promise me you'll come back whenever you can." He said.

"Of course." I let out a smirk.

I looked out and saw that my taxi cab was here.

"Bye Larry." I said sadly.

I walked outside and the taxi man came out and grabbed my bags. As he placed them in the trunk Larry ran out and opened the door for me. I got in and sat down.

"Bye, Daniella." He said and closed the car door.

The taxi man hopped in and started driving away.

When we got to the airport I plaid the man and hopped out. He got out of the taxi and took my luggage out from the inside of his trunk. He handed me my bags and I handed him a five dollar tip. I walked in and sign in. I got my luggage where it was suppose to be and headed to section 48, where my plane was at. I headed over there and waited for my plane. I took out my journal to help pass the time.

When it was time to hop aboard I closed my journal and placed it back in my backpack. I headed in and sat in my assign seat in the middle of the airplane.

At we took off I put my headphone in my ears and started playing some Imagine Dragons. My favorite band.

I closed my eyes and started dozing off. I starting thinking of the memories I had on the farm before I left. I remembers sitting on my dad's lap, driving on the tractor, through the crop fields.

Then I started thinking of my grandparents. In the afternoon, grandpa grilling some patties while grandma cooked baked beans and coleslaw in the kitchen. I kept my eyes close and then I ended up falling asleep.

When I woke up the plane was has almost ready to land. I got some if my stuff ready.

When it landed I grabbed my stuff and headed out of the plane. I walked down the aisle and walked over to grab my luggage.

When I grabbed my luggage I heard someone calling my name.

"Daniella." The yelled from the many crowds behind me.

I looked behind myself and saw my Uncle Martin. He walked up to me.

"Daniella Westen, you are just as beautiful as the you left." Uncle Martin said.

He gave me a great big hug. I hugged him back. I felt so weird to have a hug by someone I haven't seen in forever. I felt like I has hugging a total stranger. We let and he put his arm around my shoulder and started smiling.

"You look so much like your mother. But when I look into your eyes I can see your father." he told me.

I felt a weird tension in my stomach.

"Well, we should get going." I loudly mumble.

"Alright, let's go." He said.

He picked up my bags and we headed to the car. The car was an old Ford Pick-up truck. He put my bags in the back and we hopped in and headed home.

We were in front of the crop fields.

"Grandpa is is about five or six rows downs. He's been wanting to see you so I thought why not surprise him in the while he's in the crops." He recommend.

"Okay." I said.

I jumped down to the grounds and started walking.

"Hey Daniella." Uncle Martin yelled.

I looked behind myself. He looked at me in a sad way. Like he was sorry for me.

"Welcome home."