|Forever Always (standard:romance, 9242 words)|
|Author: A. G. Sanchez||Added: Apr 10 2001||Views/Reads: 5602/3028||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Forever Always is about an orphan girl who is sent to live on a farm with her relatives and ends up finding true love...i would love feedback...thanks! Hope you enjoy!|
Forever Always A. G. Sanchez Chapter One The hot water was mingling with my tears as I reached for the knob to turn the water up some more. My skin was red from the water and screaming to cool off. I didnít care...my life was over with. What did I care if I burned myself? I heard my cousin Fiona pounding on the door, calling to me, but I ignored her. I didnít want to be bothered. The pounding on the door stopped but not in my head. My head was aching with pain, while my body burned. Still, I cried. Today was the day my life was to be different. I didnít have parents anymore. In one day, my life was broken up, shattered to pieces. I went to my new school in a new town that morning, scared of what the other kids would think of me. When I came home with happy news on how I made many friends, my parents were dead. They were in a car accident heading to work that morning. An oncoming bus didnít see them and hit them killing my mother instantly while my dad survived long enough for me to see him one last time. No one on the bus was injured. I wouldnít have been able to tell it was my dad if the nurses hadnít told me. His usually blond hair was matted with blood. His once lively green eyes, so much like mine, looked so empty and his body, his body was so mangled, you wouldnít have been able to tell he was big and tall. I just sat there; not knowing what to do or say to him, knowing his time was short. He tried to tell me something, but couldnít get the words around his tongue. I cried for my mother, I cried for my father. Never again would they see the light of day. My father died when he finally got the words out he wanted to say. His last words to me were, ďIt wasnít our fault, and we loved you very much.Ē He looked as if he wanted to say more but he died after that one sentence. Never will I forget the way he said it, so strained and painful. My aunt and uncle flew in from Montana to take me home with them after the funeral. My Aunt Terri was my motherís younger sister. She had jet-black hair and plain brown eyes, so unlike my mother who had light blonde hair and light gray eyes. My aunt was short and chubby while my mother was tall and slender. My Uncle David was tall, but not as tall as my father was. He had light brown hair and blue eyes. My aunt and uncle were both mean and selfish and didnít care about anyone but themselves. Before the funeral, I heard my Aunt Terri say that I didnít look like either one of my parents. But I didnít think so. I had the same eye color as my father. Wasnít that enough? The funeral was small and short. We were new to town and didnít know anyone very well, but family came. Before I knew it, it was over. I was packed up to go to Montana, and I was on a plane sitting next to my sleeping aunt and complaining cousin. I was in a daze the whole day, not knowing what I was doing or saying. I just sat in my new room in Montana, thinking of what would have been instead of this. My aunt suggested I take a shower to ease my mind but once the hot water hit my face, the tears came pouring down. I turned the knob to off and just stood there, letting the last of my tears fall. Once I was chilled to the bone, I wrapped myself up in a huge towel and went into my room. I looked around me and saw nothing of my usual room. A small twin bed against a green wall, a dresser, a desk with paper and pen on it and a small lamp on the nightstand beside the bed. Nothing like my old room with a queen bed and purple walls. I looked out the window at the setting sun against the horizon still in the towel. Montana was nothing like New York with the big buildings standing tall. Instead of buildings there were trees every where and plenty of land for horses to live off of. My seventeenth birthday was in a three weeks, but I wasnít as happy as I was when my parents were alive. Then, I knew my birthday would have been filled with love. Now, it was just like a day that would come and go as always. My Aunt Terri, my momís sister, and Uncle David didnít really want me with them. They had their hands full with Fiona, the fourteen-year-old brat. My uncle was a workaholic on his ranch and barely spent any time with his family, while my aunt was the stay at Click here to read the rest of this story (786 more lines)
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