A Very Charmed One

Preface: Just Beginning

Everything was just becoming wonderful, I was loved by my family and friends, dating the most handsome guy in the school, that I would never expect that would talk to me or even look at me. Everything was going just fine in my life, until one day it was just my mother, my father, my grams, and I. I was only about 15 years old. About to turn 16 in just about 4 ½ weeks. We were sitting in the living room, by the fire, father was watching some game on the tv. My mother n grams were talking to themselves about my party, I wasn't trying to listen, but it was kinda hard.

My mother and grams were always close to each other, they were unstoppable, like no one can come between them. My father wasn't all for my grams but had to live with her because of my mother sakes. Throughout the years, I never understood anything. The very upstairs there was a door, the attic, that my mother n grams would go to, be up there for hours doing who knows what. My father never went up there hardly. He says its for girls only. I tried to go up there, but I couldn't. I wasn't allowed to be in that room.

One day I was coming in the front door from getting off the bus from school my father and grams were fighting like they do occasionally. They didn't see me come in, until I had asked; "What's going on?" My mother was the one that came to me while they were arguing about something about me. She took me up to my room.

"Mother, why are they arguing this time?" I had asked.

"It's nothing dear." She had said. "Daddy just telling her his feelings about everything. Same as always." She always tells me.

For about I don't know 10 minutes for so, I heard my grams to tell my father; "Get out then, if you don't like it. Its who we are." Then I heard the front door slam hard. I was guessing my father had left, like she had told me. Grams has told him I don't know how many times to my father, to leave, he just never did. But tonight, he probably had it.

The next weeks has been a little crazy at the house, with my father gone. My mother and grams working they hardest to get things done for my birthday. But not just that, though. Since my father has left, there was less money coming in, my mother had to get a second job on the side, grams were selling some of gramps old things from the basement, that she had kept for some long time since he passed away when I was 5 years old.

The days had gone by fast, the next minutes I knew it was my birthday. I was 16 years old, becoming a woman. When I woke up my room had balloons, some gifts on my dresser, and a pretty baby pink dress, that my mother and grams bought me a few days ago, hanging on the hanger on the hook that was hanging on my closet door. When I got up, I had walked out my room to go down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. I heard my mother and grams downstairs doing who knows what.

I hurried up and took a shower and went back into my room. Once I had went back into my room, I had taken my dress down from the hook on my bed, grabbed my bra and underwear out of my drawer, laid them on the bed. I finally dried myself off more with my towel then got dressed. Once I was dressed, I had brushed my hair and put it up in a ponytail. I slipped on my flats and went downstairs to where my mother and grams were at. They were setting the dinning room table up for breakfast, put the food on the table for us.

When they saw me come into view, they both looked up at me. My mother put her hands on her face like she was about to cry. My grams walked towards me put her hands on my shoulders.

"Look at you, my sweet darling. You look so beautiful." She told me.

"Thank you, grams." I told her.