TITLE: WEEPING WILLOW
GENRE: YA Fantasy with Romantic Elements
I had dreamt about seeing my sister many times during the past six years, but not under these circumstances; not by force. What other choice did I have? Especially since my less-than-loving mother traded the house key for a new American Express card.
She didn’t care that it was my junior year of high school, or that my drawings had finally secured membership to the Fine Art Tutorial at the Institute of Art. Her immediate concern was my removal from the house.
I would’ve been less apprehensive about shacking-up with my sister if she’d had the decency to wait up last night. After driving south for nine hours, the welcome committee left the porch light burning and the front door unlocked. Apparently, our reunion wasn’t important.
During the drive, I had pictured the two of us lounging on overstuffed sofas, chit-chatting about life, love, and all the above. However, devastation hardened my heart when the wraparound porch was empty. I singlehandedly hauled both suitcases upstairs to a bedroom labeled Sutton with masking tape.
As I lay in this queen size bed, the realization of a new life in this unfamiliar place finally registered. I recovered yesterday’s rubber band from the nightstand—blonde hair still dangling—and twisted it around a half-knot at the nape of my neck. My nose greeted the spicy-sweet scent of hazelnut coffee drifting up the stairs, filling the space around me with an invigorating aroma. Realizing my sister must be awake, I headed downstairs to join her