Feelings and thoughts of Rebecca moving from her home
The shining sun smiled down onto the vast valleys of Sumergrove. The deep blue sea shimmered and glistened in the distance as smooth and sleek. Silver dolphins leapt gracefully out of the tranquil waves every now and then. The tall trees swayed gently in the calm breeze while they absorbed the clean, fresh air which surrounded them. The humming of the minute, stripy bees was like a murmur as they happily sucked the nutritious honey-suckle nectar from the radiantly coloured flowers. The serene, relaxing scenery was picturesque. Perfect, in every way. Just like another morning in Sumergrove, but not for Rebecca.
Rebecca was short, skinny and had very pale skin; she had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a grey dress, white blouse, white socks and black shoes. The black shoes were new and clean. In fact all of her clothes were clean and new. Rebecca walked slowly and sadly down the stairs leading to the garage. She was not known for that slow-walking tempo when coming down the stairs, in fact her father would call her “electricity” because to him it seemed like she was always in a race when coming down the tiny 18-step stairs like electrons in a circuit.
Rebecca, can you get the framed photo on the gold mantelpiece and take to the truck,’ her father yelled from the garage, but she never paid any attention to what he said. It just wasn’t her day. Experiencing moving from her house hit her very hard. She felt that she belonged there, as it was were she was born, said her first word, learned how to walk, graduated high school, had her enormous 18th birthday party and even her first ever sexual relationship. To her it was everything and moving away from it was big. She stood by the open window, staring at the 200 year old classic brown wardrobe being left there for.