Chapter One

Making it up as I go along

Among the blissful solitude of the Sunday afternoon, I sat underneath the large oak tree in the corner of the cemetery, and wrote in my brown leather notebook. I often came here to think, to escape. Mum had said to me many times that the best way to relax is to be with the ones you love, doing the thing you love. So ever since Mum passed away two years ago, that's what I had done, every Sunday afternoon.

Dad wanted a fresh start, that’s the main reason why he decided to move. The other reason, well, that’s another story. So far, the packing hadn't gone too well. This morning, before I slipped out of the house, Dad was doing some last minute packing when he accidentally knocked over the vase he had given Mum on her birthday, the year she died. It smashed on the floor into smithereens. He had a meltdown but held back his tears so I wouldn't have to see him cry.

“I miss you Mum,” I whispered as I crouched down on the dirt and stared at the grave in tears. 

I placed the roses on the dirt in front of me. Roses were her favourites. I closed my eyes and imagined she was next to me. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to see who it was.

“I miss her too,” Dad said, his voice broke.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

He sighed.

“You'd think a Dad would know where his little girl is.” He said.

I rolled my eyes.

“I’m not your little girl anymore Dad, I’m fourteen, not four.”

“Look, we’re moving tomorrow,”

“Ugh don't remind me,” I groaned.

He glared at me.

“I could really use your help to pack the last few things.”

I didn't answer.

“I’ll see you back at the house,” he muttered as he got up.

Reviews

[Harriet Styles]

im up to the fourth chapter now

[Harriet Styles]

I am in the process of writing the second chapter :)

[Catheryn]

;w; . . . It's so . . heartfelt.

Although ( DONT HATE ME )
There are some little bugs and some choppiness among the first two.
BUT OVERALL. . .
So heartfelt ;w;
- RETARDED APPLAUSE FROM ME 8D -

[Harriet Styles]

thanks :) how can I improve it just wondering...i dont hate you haha :D

[Catheryn]

"I sat underneath the large oak tree in the corner of the cemetery, and wrote in my brown leather notebook. I often came here to think, to escape."

It sounds a little choppy to me and

"So that’s what I had done, every Sunday afternoon, for the past two years.

It had been two years since my Mum had passed away."

You might wanna combine these 8D

[Harriet Styles]

thankssss!! :)

[Catheryn]

No problem 8D