Magnolia

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Anabel is a seventeen year old girl, who resides in the small town of Greensville. When her part time job at the nursery takes her to the home of the Larson family, she notices that this family may not be as perfect as they seem.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Magnolia

Submitted: March 03, 2009

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It all started at the beginning of July, I'm not entirely sure of the exact date. The thunder was loud and fierce, causing my town to tremble when it sounded. I ran down alpine street, my grey windbreaker propped over my head to protect me from the wrath of the storm. My feet were wrinkled and raw, as they were embedded in a mass of water, curtsey of my worn shoes. I ran as fast as I could, until I heard my name being shouted vaguely in the distance. "Annabel!" I turned around and halted , to see Milo Baker, peering out from a near by alley.Nothing but a cloth hood sheltered him from the pouring rain. A witty smile became apparent on my face and I ran towards him. I wrapped my arms around him, and without word, locked my lips onto his. He pulled away and smiled, "There you are" he uttered as he gently brushed my wet hair out of my face, and grazed my cheek with his thumb. He then grabbed my hand and we walked off towards a near by coffee shop. "You kids are nuts, walking around in weather like this with no umbrella" said Ted, the owner, who limped towards us, handing us towels. Milo, smiled, revealing how big his two front teeth were in comparison to the rest. "Here" said Milo, sliding a small sketch book across the table, into my reach. "What is it" I replied still smiling at the fact that I was completely smitten. "The sketches I did at the lake yesterday, they're not that great but i....”I immedietly interupted him, preventing him from saying anything negative about his work "Milo these are fantastic"Milo never gave himself enough credit; the sketches were incredibly precise, flattering every detail of Billows Lake perfectly. The water was crisp and green, and the willow trees were tall, and billowed over the thick marsh beside the dock. He smiled at me "You give me too much credit Bel" I continued to analyze the sketches, which revealed nothing but more beauty the more I glared at them. "Or you don't give yourself enough". In one of the sketches, a tallfamiliar house stood in the hills over the lake. "Oh that’s the Larson's house" I said, still avidly studying the drawing. Milo shuttered "They completely give me the creeps". I chuckled subtly and replied "Aw, they're not so bad" Just then the waitress propped a steaming mug of hot chocolate in front of me. “It’s like, they have no flaws or something...kind of odd to me" muttered Milo, eyeing the mount of whip cream that rested on top of my drink. I smiled and sipped and justat that moment I remembered last summer, when Mrs. Larson drove me into the hills with her, to help plant some marigolds she purchased at the nursery that day. When we arrived I saw how beautiful and perfect her home was. It was covered in vibrant green vines, and beautiful trees covered with periwinkle blossoms were spread throughout the entire property. The flowers were gentle and sweet. I had a hard time identifying them, In greensville I was more acustomed to the obnoxious glare of the dandelion."Here we are" Mrs. Larson proclaimed optimistically. We exited the car, and walked around to the trunk where we both grabbed armfuls of planters, which we carried to the garden beside her porch. In the distance, I could hear vague yells of play from her son Andrew and her daughter Addison, who were in the backyard. “I can never get those two to keep it down, they're always so loud when they play" remarked Mrs. Larson, as she carefully dusted off the leaf of a tulip that already sat perfectly placed in her garden. I smiled and began to dig a hole for the first set of marigolds. As Mrs. Larson proceeded to do the same, she hummed a very graceful toon, which revealed to me how content she was with her life. As we silently planted, Addison and Andrew ran into the front yard, laughing and spraying each other with the hose. I looked at them and smiled, remembering my childhood, that I was now on the outskirts of. "Do they ever fight?" I asked,not intending to offend her. she immedietly stiffened, and stopped what she was doing. She looked at me, as she twisted her lips. "Why would they ever fight..." , as if it were completely abnormal for siblings to disagree, and argue.”Oh, ha-ha, I don't know me and my sister always had horrible sibling rivalry before she...left" Mrs. Larson gave me one last hard stare, and then continued to plant the marigolds. "Well my children definitely don't have that". Day dreams always took me by surprise."Bel?" "Hmm?" I quickly said, realizing I was back at Ted's coffee shop with Milo, in a torturous thunder storm. "What're you thinking about" he said, indulging into a big cup of green tea. "Nothing" I replied. Milo smiled,knowing that whenever I felt unsure, it always reminded me why I loved him. Although we had never said it to each other yet, I wasn't phased. I guess I wanted it to be sort of...important when he finally recited those three words. Suddenly I realized that it stopped raining outside, and that we had both finished our beverages. "Lets get out of here" Milo said, extending out his hand, waiting for my hand to embed into his grasp.Igently took it and we both proceeded to walk out the door. When we did the air was thick and foggy,and dusty rays of sunlight began to shine through the reminisce of smoky grey clouds. As we walked down the block, I noticed the same lovely periwinkle buds were growing on the tree beside the church. I analyzed them again carefully, but still could not remember what they were called. I looked away to see Milo looking at me. He chuckled subtly and said "They're called magnolias."


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