Chapter 2

My eyelids fluttered open,I am blinded by the sun's early rays and I hid my head under the lace pillow. Slowly I sat up and rotated my legs from the end of the bed to the side. I gasped as my bare feet hit the floor. It was ice cold and burned the smooth sole of my foot. I raced to the window seat and gazed out. The window was frosted and as cold as the floor. I traced my name on the pane,Waverly. I felt goosebumps rise on my arm. Freezing, I grabbed my robe from the bed post and raced downstairs. The kitchen was empty and both my parent's cars were gone. The smell of coffee lingered, teasing me with memories of glazed donuts and cinnamon buns. 

When I was five I had a friend named Meredith. Every Sunday her mom and dad would take us to Red Ridge Cafe for breakfast of donuts and cinnamon rolls. Her parents always had coffee, nothing else. She moved away when we were six. Anyways the scent always reminds me of those pleasant mornings. Sighing, I grabbed a bowl, some milk, and whatever high fiber cereal my mother bought me. I chewed nonchalantly and stared at the dying willow tree in our yard. After ten minutes of chewing I stood up, rinsed my bowl and spoon, then stuck it in the dishwasher. 

I noticed a note on the counter and picked it up. 

Waverly,

Please forgive our early leaving. Your father had an early meeting and the library's scanner was broken. I will be home at 2:00. Please get the mail.     

Mom

Why does mother always write such formal notes? Im her daughter for goodness sakes. I mustered up all my courage and ran outside, braving the cold air was worse than I thought it would be. My toes had needles in them, my face burned like someone poured boiling water on it, and my body felt as if it had been submerged into a vat of ice. I fumbled with the mailbox door and grabbed the letters. I raced as fast as my legs could carry me back to the house. I reached for the door handle but it wouldn't open. I shook it and jumbled it the way I was taught by my father but still nothing. We had no back door for reasons I cannot comprehend. I pounded, yelled, and kicked, but it would not budge. 

Tears streamed down my face, I sat down on the stiff grass and pulled my knees to my chest. It was 10:00 when I came outside, mother would be home at 2:00. That was four hours out here. For someone as cold as I was, it was hard to imagine. A single snowflake had fallen before me, followed by more and more. I let out a desperate gasp. I remembered the mail in my hands and flipped through it. All of them said Rhonda or William Brown but one was for me. In elegant script wrote Waverly Raina Brown. I never got mail. I wondered who it was from considering me having no friends and extreme loner qualities. 

 

Author's Note

If you find any grammatical errors please point them out. Please be brutally honest but not disrespectful. I apologize that the chapters are a little short. This will certainly not be a 400 page book but the chapters will not skimp on the necessary information. They will possibly get longer. Thanks!

Reviews

[Misguided-Ghost]

I like it, again, it was discriptive! Erm, the "anyways" bit was a little.... erm, how could I put this? I really don't know how to describe it but you need to change it into something different. Just putting anyways makes the writer sound bored when they're typing it I think. I only use "anyways" or "anyhoo's" when I'm doing dialog. All in all, I loved it still though! :)

[Viva]

Nice!

[Mia]

This is a really nice story, it would suck to be locked out. I'll be looking for the update, I can't wait!

Mia