Chapter 1: Pinkie Cross

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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CHAPTER ONE: IRIS

SAMANTHA JONES and her mom were gardening on one fine, cool, nice autumn evening. Samantha was fifteen years old. Her father passed away when she was two years old, her mother was from London, and she had no brothers or sisters. When Samantha was five years old, she and her mother, Ilene, moved from Richmond, VA to Chicago, IL. The ride was very long, at least to Samantha. Ilene and Samantha moved to Chicago because Ilene had gotten a new job as a real estate agent. Anyway back to the story, Samantha and Ilene were planting daisies, roses, and irises in their garden. Somehow, Sam felt that she had some sort of connection with the irises, but she didn’t know what it was. Of course she thought that they were beautiful because of their natural colors of blue, brown, yellow, or green but it was more than that to Samantha.

The sun began to set and it made the ocean look beautiful. The ocean seemed to sparkle from the sun’s shimmering light, the ocean waves began to quiet down like a storm that was about to end, the leaves of the trees started to brush softly for the moon was going to come out soon. Then, Samantha looked up at the flock of birds fly northern east in the clear orange, reddish, blue sky. Samantha smiled weakly at the birds and wondered where they were heading to. Sam wiped the sweat off of her forehead. Sam took off her mother’s blue and pink daisy designed gardening gloves. She slowly rubbed her soar, rough hands from working the garden all afternoon. Samantha knelt down on her knees and looked at the violet and yellow iris. The colors to her seemed to mean so much to Sam. The iris had the prettiest shade of colors she’d ever seen in her life. The yellow looked the color of the stars at night and the violet was dark enough to be the color of the night time sky.

Samantha looked at the ocean and sighed. The waves are beautiful, she thought. Then a strong breeze blew threw her long black and brown hair making her hair blow into her face. She put her hair back into a nice ponytail. Suddenly, a butterfly of random colors landed on the top of her head. Sam slowly and gently removed it off of her head. She cupped it in her hands. She was amazed by its colors. It had the colors of a rainbow. “Hello there little fellow,” she said. The wind blew threw her hair once more. “I guess I should let you go now rainbow. I hope we meet again” she said quietly. She leaned forward a little bit and released the butterfly from her hands and watched it fly west. Sam smiled a bit but her heart sank as she watched it fly away. She felt as if she was being left behind or abandon by a friend or something. Then, Samantha’s mother called her from the garden. “Sam sweet-heart, time for dinner” Ilene called. “Okay” said Sam with a sigh. She took one last glance at the calm and, gentle ocean as it became still and quiet. She walked to the back door from the gate that she was standing near. Before she had opened the back door, she looked the violet and yellow iris. She smiled weakly and opened the back door and walked in the kitchen and closed and locked it shut. Samantha sighed and wished that she could see the butterfly once more.


Submitted: April 18, 2012

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