The Moore house

Gina's life

Hi I'm gina rorez I live in great Britain , my family moved here decades ago from the United States then back to there home land in Britain, here in Great Britain there are slaves from India, our family has no slaves we live in a small cottage beside the Moor, I live by grandpa and grandmama and sometimes I see my dad when he's not fighting in war, there hasn't been a war in a very long time I just think my dad doesn't know me that much so he doesn't want to spend time with me, every time I called him and asked him a question he told me to ask grandpa or grandmama , I never tell him the truth about how much I miss him and how much I want to spend time with him,but me and grandpa have very nice times he tells me about the big mansion cottage over by the Moors,I started for the Moore's one day when I was five years old I ran and it was Grand! "It is as big as a castle" I thought to myself,I sketched and drew a picture of the cottage of of a photo I got from my broken down, aged, camcorder you can almost see the mental picture in my mind of the princesses and princes living in there, I thought of queens and kings and royalty I thought about a lot of things but then one day my grandmama became very ill and got to virus that cannot be cured so before she passed away she gave me a mouse named Mavis and a black and gold trimes satchel and she said to keep them forever, so I did passed away 2 minutes after I got my stuff from her,I count the seconds in my head like those are the last seconds I could be alive and not just grandmama,now I go to the Moors every day and I see all the people at the window but I don't ever say hi when I see the people I just go back to my little cottage in the somehow circle of the Moors,One day when I was 6 1/2 years old I went over to the big castle right near the Moors I never ever wanted to call it a castle because I didn't like the idea of me being poor or any of our family well of my family I called it in many names like...
Big house,but that sounded too much like Statesville (where most of my uncles ought to been before) "cottage" I said to myself then I thought it couldn't be cottage is way too Mountainous for my cottage and others were Microscopic compared to, I just called it the moors, then off through the often sphinxlike, astonishing yet dusky years I still call it same.I am now 12 years of age and still a petite, runty little shrimp figured Barbie doll as if I had still been 6 1/2 , I admit I am a little taller but I'm still very petite for my age assemblage.