Hi!! I'm kinda new to writing, so please don't critisize too much!:P
Note: only a few days ago I figured out how to post new chapters, so they might be kinda slow...
The wind was blowing. The sun was hidden by clouds of gray. As Angela looked out the window of the back seat of the car she was in, it hit her.
She just realized that everyone has a purpose to live.
What could my purpose possibly be? Angela thought.
She looked out the window again and stared at the landscape passing by.
The black trees loomed over the old, bumpy road, and all was silent.
"Angela, wat's wrong? You're never this quiet." Her mother asked, worried.
"Oh," wispered Angela, "nothing."
"Well, fine then." Her mother replied in a kind voice,"Angie, we're here!"
The car stopped, and her mother climbed out of the car."Come on, time to see your new home!"
"Fine." Angela grunted, stepping out of the car.
Angie approached the huge, old, colonial house.
The garden that bordered the perimeter of the house was neglected, and seemed as if it were never alive or cared for.
The roses were wilted, and dieing. The grass was turning brown.
The balconys were covered with vines, and the pond in the front was a discusting green with a black hue.
Why am I here? Right, my mom wanted a colonial house. Perfect. Angela thought, rolling her eyes.
Ok, not a very exciting chapter, I know, but it'll get better...