Second chapter! I think its a little sad... -starts to cry- I'm fine. I'm fine. Anyways enjoy it! :D

Ever since the fire I've been living with my grandfather. He's a rich businessman who I've never even met and even if I did meet him, I wouldn't remember. The first day I got to his estate, I felt so out of place. Maids, chefs, butlers and everyone who worked for my grandfather greeted me with bows and applause like I was royalty. My grandfather, a stout little man who was no taller than me (about 5 feet tall), approached me with a big, warm smile and he pulled me into a hug.

"Dear Sweet Girl. I'm so glad to see you..." he muttered. I stood silently as I looked around. This place was like 20 times the size of my old house. "Well I hope you will enjoy it around here. Feel free to explore and if there's anything you need just ask someone." My grandfather chirped as he leaves the room.

"Wait where's my room?" I called out after he had already left. A tall man dressed in a pressed butler's uniform with black hair approached me and slightly bowed his head.

"I'd be happy to show you were you're going miss." he took my bag and I followed him upstairs to my bedroom. He opened the door and we walked in to a spacious room. I almost freaked out because the walls were purple (my favorite color). The butler put my stuff down and left the room. Immediately I lied down on my bed, I was sooo tired for no reason and that bed was so comfy. I fell asleep so quickly.

The next month my grandfather brought in teachers. One for etiquette, calligraphy, literature, piano, math and a lot of other subjects. I had maybe ten or fifteen teachers! It was crazy! The hardest was definitely etiquette, I mean I have manners but this was ridiculous. Although there was that little bit of peace when I got a week of from studies, where I would slip into sweats and watch TV. Those were the greatest weeks of my life. By the age of 14, my grandfather decided that I could do studies by myself so I was freed at last, but my grandfather started going on business trips more often and by 16 he only came back twice a month. I learned to deal with it and mad friends within the staff. The butler I first met, Jeremy was the friendliest. He would help me with my homework, take me shopping when I wanted and he had a surprisingly good sense of style, considering he only wears his butler uniforms.

Honestly my life was pretty perfect... But I don't like perfect. I hate etiquette, living in this huge estate with no one my age is lonely and to sum it up, I'm miserable.

But from age sixteen, that's where it all went downhill. My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer and he was bed ridden because of it. I stressed every day about his health and did my best to take care of him, even though he didn't need my help that much. I tried to suck it up and act sophisticated for him because it was important to him but I knew that he knew how much I hated it.

"Grandfather. I've been hoping that I converse with you momentarily." I don't remember what I wanted to talk to him about but I remember him frowning as I talked so formally. My grandfather was usually a very happy man but every time I talked that way to him he looked sad... On the day of my 18th birthday I received a boat load of gifts including a dog that I named Night. He was a papilion/terrier mix with black fur, the cutest thing I have ever seen! My grandfather watched happily as I played with Night.

"I have another gift for you but I'm thinking of giving it to you tomorrow. Is that okay dear?" he asked with a feeble voice. I looked up at him from my spot on the floor, holding Night and I smiled.

"Of course grandfather." I responded cheerfully before running off into the other room, the fluffy little pup on my heels. But the next day was not what I expected. The maid that took care of my grandfather ran into my room with an urgent look. I followed her to his room where he sat looking pale and weaker than usual.

"Grandfather!" I cried as I ran to his side and sat on the edge of the bed. I grabbed his hand and a frail smile appeared on his face.

"I was hoping I could last a little bit longer than this but it seems not." he chuckled, before his laughed turned into a stale cough. "And I know you hate the formalities so please act like your normal self for once around me." Every word he was saying felt like a stab to the heart, the only reason he's asking is because he's sure he's going to die.

"Grandpa... I thought you said you felt a little better yesterday..." I looked at him with concern and he looked away. "You were lying weren't you..." I muttered, he nodded slightly and a tear dripped down my cheek. He raised his wrinkled hand to my face and wiped it away.

"You shouldn't cry. I still have to give you your last birthday present." He pointed to the drawer of his nightstand. I pulled out a large tan envelope where I found a brochure, a plane ticket, a boat pass and a smaller white envelope. "I know how much you miss the country and I don't want you to spend your life stuck in this house like I have." I flipped open the brochure, it was for an island called Waffle Island. "My old friend is the mayor of this island and he's promised me that you will love it there..."

I looked from the brochure to my grandfather's face. He smiled and squeezed my hand. It was probably the nicest thing he's ever done. It's true, I miss my old life and I miss not having to worry about times or schedules. I embraced my grandfather and he gently ran his fingers through my hair. I use to wear my hair short but i grew it out long enough so I could but it in a ponytail.

I looked through the rest of the envelope. Th plane ticket was to a town on the coast and the boat ticket was directly to Waffle Island. I examined the white envelope that I found inside and opened it up. There in that envelope was about ten thousand gold and a debit card with my name on it. I hugged my grandpa again and he hugged me tight.

"I want you to live your life because you're all I have left..." he whispered. As I separated from the hug I began to cry, but he wiped my tears again. "Please dear. I want to see you smile one last time." struggled to pull my lips into a smile and he did the same. He muttered a thank you before closing his eyes. That moment I knew his eyes wouldn't open again but I knew that he didn't want me to cry. So I didn't.

The maid placed her hand on my shoulder. "He was in really bad shape and should have passed away a long time ago, but he said that he wanted to live to see his little girl become an adult." I smiled as she said this. I placed all the things back in the envelope and went to my room. Jeremy walked into the room and said nothing. He just held two suitcases in hand and then placed them on my bed.

"Thank you..." I muttered and he helped me pack my stuff into the suitcases. The next day I was at the airport. All the members of the staff came to say goodbye. Jeremy held my dog Night in his arms and said he'd have him sent over to the island for me. I gave each and everyone of them a hug and before I knew it, I was boarding a plane.

"I'm going to be a country girl again..." I smiled at the thought. I pulled out a book that Jeremy handed me before I left. I flipped through the pages, he told me that this what my grandfather's favorite and in the back I found an old photo.

A woman with long dark brown hair and a man with jet black hair. Next to them was the familiar face of my grandpa and in the woman's arms was a baby, tightly wrapped in a purple blanket. I stared at it for a long time. "These are my parents..." I whispered to myself. I still didn't remember but I now knew what they looked like. I held the picture close to my heart and drifted off to sleep.