Chapter 2

My nights were colder than usual, a month passed and i had no time fore school work but everyday i would walk home in the summer breeze and visit the cremotoriam where his ashes were buried: there was a square slab of black marble cotainig the dates of his birth and departure, and behind that stood tall another black slab with gold wirting with the inscription:

Grayham hunt

loving husbandand caring father

He will be missed.

And above the writing was a gold circle with a picture of a warm gentle man with a bright face and happiness in his glistening hazel eyes. My father.

When i reached my house on walkway avenue, my mother stood at the door waiting for me to return to comfort me with a hug and a friendly smile, she did this very often since father past. When i entered the house the stairway hung below the second floor, the dark oak had flowers spiralling around the banisters which my father and engraved , he was a true perfectionist and artist. The skill was so pleasent your heart felt like it was entwined in the flowers scent and warmth from the spring. I made my way upstairs and opened the door that belonged to my father, the bed was neatly made with a red throw over the sides, a glint shone in the right corner of my eye, i loooked over towards the shine. It was black, and long with white writing saying my fathers name, there was a note attached. I was very unsure weather to open it, i reached out held the fold broown paper it read:

Dear rose

I have left this for you because it was mine as a young child,

i hoped this day would never come, please look after it like you are looking afetr me.

Your mother may not of gave it to you staright away

she just wanted you to be safe.

All my love, Dad x

Tears fell down my cheeks, i heard everywherein my head like he was talking to me, i knew this was his clarinet which he had when he was a boy and he is now trusting me with it. Liek looking after him. My days became brighter after thant my fatehr had given me his music book many years ago so i started to practise and the music broke the dreary mist and mother came in watched me play. Later on that afternoon mother sat me down in the front room, i knew there wasnt much bad going to happen but i listened

''Rose your father told me just as he past away that he wants us to go back to the beachhouse on sunnyrose beach'' my mother spoke

''oh, would he really want that, i meen it wouldn't be the same?'' i asked

'' It is what he wants sweetheart''

''okay if he would agree then i would be happy to, but when?''

''We are leaving first thing tomorrow, so you need to start packing''

''okay'' and with that i left.

I packed all my faveourite clothes which i usually take, last i went the roses were in full bloom and my faveourite flowers were roses also my dad had named me by that beach. I could not let him down if he wanted me to go. That night me and my mother played my fathers faveourite sing, my mother played the piano for most of the song becaus i had only practised half of it on my clarinet. The morning cam quite fast. We packed the rover up with all our luggage and i heald the black leather case with the inscribed letters in my hands. I thought alot to myself on that journey, wheather i would meet sombody newand have a best friend preferably a girl, a boy would be nice because i am 14 and i have never had a boyfriend. But would he treat me like my father did?

R&R please i need to know wheather to carry on

Jami2010