The journey of Elizabeth Hill

Chapter 1

The sun is gleaming through the bright green leaves of the big maple tree in the public park. I can feel the fresh summer grass in my hair. I am filled with great sorrow for today is the day I must say good bye to my lovely little town by the Atlantic ocean. But with all the sorrow filling my heart there is also a little bit of excitement for the days ahead. My parents say that this little red house in the country will please my sister and I very much. I hope that this is true. After a long day of imagining of what my future life will be like I must pull myself out of this day dream and come back to reality.

-Elizabeth! Its time to head to the airport. My mother says loudly from the bench across the park with my little sister.

-Coming! I scream back and run to the bench.

-Girls, do you have everything. My mom asks.

-Yes! Me and my sister say at the same time.

My heart is pounding with all of my mixed emotions about this adventure. Will I make new friends? Will i like my new school? Will i like my new house? Did I say goodbye to all of my friends here? I tell myself not to worry and start enumerating all of the plus sides of this trip for example it will be very quiet and i will wake to the sounds of birds as oppose to police sirens and cars, there will be lots of space for me and my sister to explore, and we are going to get chickens!

-Okay girls hop in the cab. My mother says with an excited expression on her face.

Annabelle(my little sister) and I do as my mother says and get in the taxi.

-Hi Bill. I say to the old taxi driving friend of our grand father. Since today is our last day he offered to drive us to the airport for free.

-Hi munchkins, he says.

-I brought you two a little someth'in for your last day hear in this old hole. Bill was never fond of this little town. But i think it is because he has lived here his hole life and has never had the chance to explore the world so he can't appreciate a stability called home. I have not gone any where either but i am only 12 and plan on going many places when i am older just like my mom. My mom is a film maker and has gone all over the globe. I am not planning on being a film maker but i diffidently wank to meet new people, explore different cultures and discover amazing and magical places on all four corners of the world.

-Here, Bill hands over two bouquets of flowers one with beautiful dark pink, white, and red roses and the other with a bunch of multicolored tulips. I inhale the smell of the flowers with delight and know right away that i will keep at leased one of them in my note book forever.

-Bill, you shouldn't have. My mother says in a voice calmer than the ocean breeze.

-Thanks Bill. I say with a grin. Bill is a sweet guy if you get to know him well he may seem very thick skinned at first but after he warms up to you he no longer seems like a grumpy old hag anymore.

-I will miss you! Says my sister and leans over to give him a hug in the front seat.

-Well its time to head out don't want you to miss your flight.

For a moment I had forgotten that we were leaving this town for good but the second these words came out of Bill's mouth it hit me like a base ball bat. Bill starts the engine backs out of the parking lot beside the park and heads off. After five minutes in the car i was already missing my home and we had not even passed the bridge yet. Finally, after some traffic we get to the bridge that separates my little town with another. We are half way through the bridge over the basin of my home town and i start wondering what all of my friends and dear ones are doing at this moment. I can see my friends house from here I see her mischievous little brother outside chasing the next door neighbors cat on his bike. I can see the farmers market i have been going to with my dad every Saturday for as long as i can remember. I see the public park that I was in a few minutes ago and i can see my home the little blue house among many different colored houses filled with loving families and many of my little friends that have been apart of my life for ever. If i keep thinking about all the things that I am missing i will never be able to let go of this little town. So to get my mind off of things I take out my favorite book I am now reading it a third time trough. First page. Second page. Third page. Now I am lost in the precipices of the book slowly letting go of my worries.