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and all the flowers in the Earth.

Book By: mayyoh
Literary fiction

THis is the first time i have even put anything on the web so i"m anxious to know what i get.(Only first chapter)

Dallas.. Big city. but not for Olive. Dallas is her only friend (besides her camera) but sadly she has to leave it behind after her father dies. so she'll do anything to make the most of it!

Submitted:Feb 2, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


My name is olive.
This is a story of difference.

This is the story of the time I fell in love with an adventure. His name was Matthew. Matthew James Wright III.

However, this is not the start of my story the story starts 7 years before. When I was 8 my mother and father put me in an all-girls private school. For almost 7 years I didn't talk to a single boy. No, I wasn't miserable, until my father died. My mother didn't have enough money to pay for private school so she sent me to a stupid invention called public school. Not only did I have to go to public school, but I had to move out of my big house into a much smaller one. My mother saw that I was sad and depressed so… she signed me up to be in the cheerleading squad. All of this happened in a period of two horrible weeks.

My aunt Carla came to live with us and help mother with her grief. She bought me a car and told me to leave the house as much as I could and to stay away from mother. While some might take it offensively, I took it as a sign of relief from my mother. I didn't wanna deal with her.

I went to the nearest yogurt place and that's when I saw him, standing outside the door.
Short hair pulled back greaser style, wearing an obnoxious yellow shirt that said 'yogurt palace', and a cigarette in his right hand. He was the perfect image of a beautiful destruction.
He saw me staring at him and asked in a faint British accent, "Lovely weather we're having, eh?" I nodded. "We don't get this kind of weather in England I'll tell you that much." He smiled. I smiled and we went our separate ways.

When I got home Carla was cooking.
"Are you hungry Olive?" she asked with a stern voice.
"Yes ma'am." I said. I was afraid to say no.
"Alright then sit down, child." She hurried.
"Where's mother?" I asked.
"She's asleep, it'll do her good. After all she's been through, poor thing must be exhausted!" she said in a tone of concern.
I looked at her puzzled. "What has she been though?" I asked.
"Your father is dead! Does that not mean anything to you?!" she spoke as if It was an abomination for not missing your own father.

Maybe she was right, maybe I was an abomination, not missing father. Even if he was never around or when he was it was only for a few days at most. He had that heart attack coming, and he knew it.

"no." I replied. I got up and went to bed.


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