I cant believe she's gone.
My grandmother's smiles, her laughter and her dancing while cooking.
I look at the house and all I feel is sadness because I can never have that again. Running around the yard and climbing that tree. Watching her yell at me from below to get down. Gone.
Everything that I've ever known is here...was here...
"Marissa we have to go."
I look back at my Aunt Amy. How is she so okay with this? It's only been a week since grandmother's death and she just sold off everything. She up and quits her job her and already she want's to move...just .....leave?
I don't think I can forgive her for doing this.
I look at the house one last time, put my earphones in ear and then turn and walk away.
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The Making of Waves
Teen FictionMarissa has lost alot and when she finds out she has to live with relatives in Florida, change isn't a welcome company. Will she be able to adjust to the new changes in her life or will she continue to reject the path she ment to take?
