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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Kids
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 08/23/2011
As we arrive, on the horizon, I see a horse, spooked by something out here, and I already know, this is going to be a long, tortourous summer, under the Georgia sun.
We're staying outside Atlanta, about a fourty-five minute drive to town. Moving from New York to Georgia is a big change, and I am not used to this. The hot, sweatiness. The gross country side, and all the sand and dirt, without a beach. No water for swimming for a few miles at least.
I still am in shock that my mother sent me to live with my Low-life-southern-redneck-son of a hillbilly Dad for the summer. When I was little and wanted to ride horses and wanted to come, she would never let me. But now, as soon as ninth grade lets out, she ships me out here like i am a fake Coach purse.
"Emmy, want me to help you carry some stuff in?" My Dad asks, Seeing that I have five bags, and i am a small girl. "Yea, dad. Sure." I say, nodding to two of the bags i had sat on the ground, and heading in the house.
When i enter the house, it is nothing more than expected. Maybe even a little less. There was an 18" TV, one couch and a chair. Two bedrooms, and one bathroom (eew!)
*This is just a sample of an ACTUAL book i want to get published one day, so what do you think?*
That Summer(Madison)
As we arrive, on the horizon, I see a horse, spooked by something out here, and I already know, this is going to be a long, tortourous summer, under the Georgia sun.
We're staying outside Atlanta, about a fourty-five minute drive to town. Moving from New York to Georgia is a big change, and I am not used to this. The hot, sweatiness. The gross country side, and all the sand and dirt, without a beach. No water for swimming for a few miles at least.
I still am in shock that my mother sent me to live with my Low-life-southern-redneck-son of a hillbilly Dad for the summer. When I was little and wanted to ride horses and wanted to come, she would never let me. But now, as soon as ninth grade lets out, she ships me out here like i am a fake Coach purse.
"Emmy, want me to help you carry some stuff in?" My Dad asks, Seeing that I have five bags, and i am a small girl. "Yea, dad. Sure." I say, nodding to two of the bags i had sat on the ground, and heading in the house.
When i enter the house, it is nothing more than expected. Maybe even a little less. There was an 18" TV, one couch and a chair. Two bedrooms, and one bathroom (eew!)
*This is just a sample of an ACTUAL book i want to get published one day, so what do you think?*
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