The night was dull. The streak clouds were filling the skies and the summer breeze was briskly skimming my arms. The field I was laying in was very dry. It had not rained for weeks and now everything was going dry. But in reality that was the least of my problems. My mother had been told to stay at the hospital. She was told she has cancer. Stage 4. And I have been worrying about her very much.
I have been arranged I be married to a brunette young fellow. We had lost a lot of money since my dad lost all his clients here in New York. And now he had left to find work in London. Elliot, my current boyfriend had been sent to fight in the war.
Nothing felt right anymore. Not even the crisp sun I felt every morning. Not the stream I went to on the weekends. Not the roads I road my bike on. Not even the coming of September.
The love I had for the world was lost as yesterday's paper. The world was shut out.
I got up from my sitting position and started walking to the fence that surrounded the field. I stepped over the average height fence and went straight to my bike. Then I saw it. A note. I picked it up; it was taped to my handle bar. I examine the note the n carefully open it. It read


Dear Scarlett,


I am writing this note to you because I could not inform you of my absence, face to face. I really wish I could do more but I cannot it would be dreadful.
I am writing to tell you that right now I am leaving. Leaving for training for the war. I know I should have said a proper good bye but it was just too hard to go to you and say it to your face. If anything bad happens to me please help Tess. Since she is my sister I know that, she cannot do things on her own. Also make you tell your mother that I love her and will miss her as I leave. I know that the war should be over very soon but we cannot keep our hopes up to high.
I love you my dear. And I will write to you as I am where I am going.

Sincerely, Elliot.


I could feel the hot salty water traveling from my eyes an only to my lips. How could he just leave? How could he have not hugged me a farewell? I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do. The last I saw him was just a few hours before for lunch. The spud he had in his eyes that I kept asking him about. It had to be this. What if he does in battle then I would have nothing left.
I sat by the tree my bike was secured and I lay my back on the bark and just look into nothing. My eyes felt heavy. I haven't slept well in days and I assume all the bike riding was also an issue. But sleeping out in the open felt, calming. The wind and the clouds the moon and stars peeking through and the field. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. But I didn't think much of it. But I let the night take me away.
As I awoke I realized that I had not seen mother in a very long time and I should go visit her today before work. So I in hooked my bike from the tree and then biked all the way home.
When I reached our house, I found our mail at the porch and I looked through them. There was a bunch of bills and mail from father.
I jolted through the doors to see what he had sent. I read it and I saw that. It was a letter and money. A great amount of money actually. 50,000$ in a check. I almost lost my head at that amount of money. But before anything else I read the note. It said.


Hello, Scarlett
It is great here I found a job working for the London embassy. There is so much to do here.
By the way how is your mother doing? Any difference since the last time?
I know you will hate me but, I have re married to a wealthy woman here in London. Your mother and I had been divorced ever since I left. We just didn't have the heart to tell you. The house has been sold and the money will come in the mail the last week of August. You must move to 4th street. The grey apartment your apartment number is 37. I have finished everything that has to be done. This money is to help you through everything. You can always ask me if you need more.
Hugs and kisses your father.

I had almost no emotion. I mean I knew that my parent’s relationship was not perfect, but they could always get through anything. They had gotten through so much together. They had loved each other. They were always there for each other. If this is my father’s way of not having to deal with my sick mother. Then she is not the one who is sick it is he. If this is how he is than I do not want this money. I don’t even want him to contact us from now on.
I grabbed the small thin piece of paper that my father had sent with his letter, I looked at the amount and then I ripped it I ripped it to billions of tiny little pieces. I don’t need his filthy money. I mean he did say that I would be getting money from the house. I have some money saved up and I know mom has a lot of money saved up that father does not know about.
As soon as I finished with the miniature money rant I had in my head, I looked around my home. It was a really nice house well that what I had thought. It was kind of small it was only a 1 story house, but to me it was perfect. It had 3 bed rooms and 3 bathrooms it had a beautiful kitchen and it was in a fabulous nieber hood. This was originally my grandmother’s house before her and her husband had died. In my eyes it had no flaws.
But my so called father had decided to take all my good memories away. I mean I am 19 so I should take some insinuative and make sure everything is taken care of but I really don’t want to leave.
After I finished looking around I went straight to packing I want to leave all then since of my father as soon as possible because for all I care he lost the title to being my father when he got married to that woman.
I had gotten lost in my thoughts again. But when I looked for boxes kid could only find a few. I just packed the easy things and would probably get a moving truck to move the rest tomorrow. I had packed 6 very large boxes, made a pile of all of my father’s stuff, and had packed all our cloths in the suit cases I never knew we had.
After all that packing it was almost 11 am and that meant it was almost time for work. I really was not in the mood for working and since there was so much to do I changed my cloths I had been wearing. Took a shower ate a simple breakfast of an orange some oatmeal and milk and when it became 11:45 I headed out the door to go the cafe I was working at to ask the manager for a week of. Lucky for me I loved working there so I was never late or took any vacation days ever since I had worked there so I knew Carol my manager would not care at all.
I started walking; towards the cafe I could feel the sun rap its warmth around the bare parts of my skin. I could practically taste the joy in the air. Even though so much has happened over these last few days. I was not worried. I mean I really did love my father, but what choice he made did not faze me. And I really will miss Elliot, but he will right to me all the time. I know that money will not be a problem and I always had the cafe. In my eyes al I really only had to worry about was Harold. He was the man I was going to marry. But I had a plan. And I know now that he will not want to marry me since I was less rich then when I was when my father was a lawyer.
As I approached the little brown café on the corner I realised that, I really did not have much to worry about mean. Of course my dad is married to a lady I don’t even know. My Mother was in the hospital. They said that they could not do much more with her. My dad sold the lovely home we had and Elliot is gone. I can only pray for Harold not to like me anymore because I re4ally did not want to marry him. I have my own intention and marriage at this age was not one of them. Everything seemed to fall apart. But the smell of roasted coffee made it seem a little bit better.
When I walked in Serena was working the day shift again so I bid her a fair hello then passed into the office to see that carol was working on… whatever she works on? She looked up at me from the paper she was franticly writing on and said
“Scarlett, do you realise that it is not your day to work.”
“And a good day to you to” I said with a sarcastic tone. “Yes I know that I am note working today but I had to ask you if I could have the week off. Something has come up with my family and I really do need a week to get things spick span.”
“Oh dear, I certainly hope you are ok, also yes you can have the week off. I will see you next Saturday.”
“Thank You.” I politely said to her.
We said our good bye and I went back home to call a taxi to take my stuff to the apartment.
After the taxi had come and we had the taxi loaded to the brim with items, I couldn’t be more grateful that the day was almost all over.
The man that was driving g the taxi was very kind and helped me unload all the stuff to the apartment. I thanked him and gave him a tip. He was a very gentle man. I was very lucky to have him drive me.
After I unpacked all the kitchen ware I went to the bed rooms to go all the suitcases into each bedroom. It was 7pm so I decided to take a shower in the very small but quaint washroom. I took shower was changed and started looking around the apartment. There were 2 bed rooms and very large windows that out looked the whole street. Everything out side was beautiful. As I was starting to look away I noticed that it was starting to drizzle outside. Giving the street a very fresh feeling. I didn’t want to go back to the house so I just went to bed on a pile of suitcase.
When I awoke I went to the house. I went over to the moving truck agency and rented movers and one truck just moments before. They would be coming at half past 1, so I have to get everything prepared for their coming.
After getting everything straightened the time came and the movers were right on time I got them to move all my stuff for me. I barely had to do any work and I was very thankful for that. They moved everything into the apartment. After everything was moved in I noticed that all of our stuff was missing, I looked and I thought I really don’t need much I mean since father left there was not much we needed anyway. After they finished I pay them and added a tip them for all their hard work.
When the left it was 6pm and it was Sunday so it was time for me to visit my mother. On the way there I was thinking and I thought to myself that now since I was a grown lady that I had to set goals for myself. I can’t live off my parents anymore. And I surely cannot get married to a man I barely know. I have to take action I have to get a real job and my own home. I was never the best at school and since I did not go to college there were only minimal amount of places I could work. But I was going to make life great for me and my family and from all the things my father had done to our social status I know that I can get us back to where people still liked us and did not judge us on the choices my father had made. I was going to make sure that my mother lived a happy life and good life. I am going to work everything out I mean it was said that if you worked for something you could achieve it. Nothing in this world was handed to you. Nothing in this world was perfect. But I am going to give my mother and me a perfect life because I know she deserved it.

As I was getting a taxi to take me to the hospital I knew that I had not eaten anything in a very long lime so I grabbed my purse so I could be myself something. When I got to the hospital. I saw Greta the nurse that worked at the front desk on most days of the week. She was a big boned lady she was very thought full and always tried t help patients family any ways she could I think she also has kids. If she did I know they would be as beautiful as her because she was like the definition gorgeous.
“Scarlett I just called your home, didn’t you get my message.”
“oh imp sorry vie been at our new home re arranging and unpacking” I said
“Oh darling come here I have to tell you something. “Her sad voice hinted that this was not something good.
“Scarlett, your mother has passed’
I never thought that this day would come soon. I mean I know that she was really sick but I thought she would get better. I thought I would be there when she left.
I didn’t know what was happening but I couldn’t cry. I just stood there. But when Greta took me in her arms. I lost it. I started to bawl my eyes out right into her shoulder. Her grip tightened. I had lost the very last family member that I was close to.
The next week consisted of me just laying in my room and Greta and Carol coming to cheer me up. I decided to get her decinigrated so I didn’t really have to through her a full out funeral. Greta did everything for me. I just wrote a poem and had to read it there. The poem was.
Happiness
Greatness
And grief
We loved her and lost her
But we will never forget her
Keeping true to me and you
The life she gave
The lives she saved
The days she saw
She left us in aw
We love her more
But over that we adore
We will not see more
So now are hearts are growing sore
Our eyes from tears are red
Remembering the true words she has said
Our faces pale
From the life we see sail
Pieces she picked up
She did more than enough
We remember that beautiful gaze
And we will love her for infinity days

When I read it. I started to cry. I was officially on my own from new on.
In the next year and a half allot happened. I turned 20. I started to get to know harry then I realised that I like him more than a friend than anything else. My father called the other day and I told him about mother he was very sad, But I did not care. I hung up on him as soon as he started to cry. I got allot of money from our old home. And also I had gotten a letter from Elliot. He fell in love with a girl named Candace and got married to her. I was devastated but Harold was there for me. After that I and Harry started dating. And now it was getting serious. 1 month ago he proposed to me. I said yes. Our wedding is in 2 days. It was a really simple wedding that we had planned out. We only invited some friends and some of his family. I truly loved him, even more than Elliot. His curly brown hair and green eyes got me week in the knees every time. I am moving in with him. Since my mother passed away. I kept some jewelry and cloths of her. I moved out of that apartment and closer to Harry. He is 23 and a very educated man. He owns his own business. I went through so many things this year and I managed to do many things.
Through all the pain of my mother I decided to become a helper at the hospital. I went through with my plan. I worked hard for what I have now and the feeling of fulfillment was really good. I had done allot this past 2 years and there were many obstacles but I got through them and now. Other than mourning over my mother, life was going well.



************************ DAY OF THE WEDDING*********************
The wedding was in a few hours and I was not really that worried. I loved this man. And he was really the only thing I had. That and my job at the cafe. The wedding was set a hall, and the ceremony was at the big park. I really wasn’t nervous. Well... I wasn’t nervous till I got into that dress.
The car took us to the ceremony. And the closest fatherly figure I had in the last year in half was Harry’s dad so he walked me down the eil. My gown was just like a princess gown. It was strapless with lace all around the mid sections. The ‘puff’ part was really long, but it was a clip in puff so it had Velcro on it so it was really a mermaid dress that I could wear for later but for the ceremony and for pictures it was very much like a princess wedding gown. My bridesmaid dresses were Green the color of fresh grass in the spring. They were knee length and were tight from the chest to the hip then kind of just fluffed out. They had really cute bows on the right side that matched the bows in their hair. My braids maids were Carol, and Gemma. Gemma is Harold’s older sister. My maid of honor is Greta. She looked fabulous, but then again she could look great no matter what. The grooms men where Niall, Louis, And Liam. They are Harold’s friends the ring bearer was Zayn also a friend of Harold’s.
The time finally came. We were out in the open and the song was playing. The wedding march. Harry’s father and I started moving towards the end. I got there and the ceremony began. I was totally zoned out in till I heard my name for my ‘I do’s’. That is went it happened. It was my turn to return the comment. To be tied down to someone forever. Because when it came to me divorce was not an option. Everything was going well till now. Then I looked at harry I said mouthed him a sorry looked at the crowed waved and said thank you for coming ripped off my bottom part of my gown and thats went it happened











I Scarlett went M.I.A.