February 2012
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Surroundings....1 of 5
As I stepped across the threshold I felt the sense of overwhelm engulf me again. The inside of the house was more beautiful than the outside; I was scared to touch anything in case it would break. I looked around the astonishing house in a daze. The wall I faced was covered with a mural of a flower; it was intricately painted with a royal blue background that contrasted with the pale blossom that...
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The New Journey.4 of 4
Cristelle was taller than I was but she had huge aquamarine eyes that made you dissolve when you looked at them, rich dark brown hair that fell in enchanting ringlets to her calves, and a smile that was heart warming. I instantly knew why my dad was infatuated with this woman. She was gorgeous, model material, and yet she gave off this vibe of being intelligent and as I would soon find out, very...
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The New Journey.3 of 4
As we drove past tiny shops and parlors, it seemed like there was nothing to do. The people we drove past gawked at us with awe and amazement, I guessed it was the car; my dad had taken pleasure in rebuilding old models of cars in his spare time since my mother had moved on.
I was scarcely noticing the scenery as we drove, thinking about the changes going on around me, but when Mark parked I was...
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The New Journey.2 of 4
I kept silent a majority of the ride but Mark kept a running conversation so all I had to do was smile and nod in all the right places. He was talking about how much I would love it there and how nice all the kids seemed in Ashland. I didn’t feel that way at all, and I wasn’t looking forward to meeting my new stepmother. I knew that she was an artist and that she was quite popular in the area but...
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The New Journey.1 of 4
It was a radiant Saturday afternoon, we drove with the top down, the wind blowing my auburn hair, sitting in the 1969 Chevelle my dad had rebuilt. We were driving to the “new house”. My father, Mark, had recently remarried to a woman I had never met in my entire year of living with him, and we were moving in with her. Mark had said, “Her house is the epitome of what a house should be” so I knew...
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