Hey all. This is a story that is part of a project that I had to do for my Creative Writing class. It is a diary type thing of a girl that had to move and it is her experiences and stuff. There are also diary entries and such. I will post the first page and if you want more after that, I can post the rest. I don't want to post all 10 pages at once though because I don't know how to do that. Anyway, I am copying and pasting from the story I have already written on Word.
Thanks in advance!!
The title is A Glimpse In: Ivy's Diary
The afternoon sun reflected off the light blue water of the ocean. This was going to be my last time here, just sitting enjoying the sun and sand. Iím going to miss this place. After living here for the past 17 years of my life, it is going to be hard to pick up and move. This is the only home that I know. I pack up my things and go home. I walk down the beach for the very last time.
On the eve of our move, I am up late, packing up the last of my possessions because the moving van will be here in the morning. I look around my room and it is bare. All my posters are packed, all my pictures and stuffed animals. My entire life is packed in the boxes surrounding me on the floor. I stand up and walk over to my window, and look out to the water below. I have lived along the ocean for as long as I can remember. I love watching the moonlight dance on the water at night and the sun shine on it in the morning. I am going to miss the beach and ocean.
My parents and I are moving to a ranch in Tennessee. They bought the ranch a few years ago but it was being used for raising cattle. Now the people who had been renting it have moved and my parents thought it would be a good idea to uproot me and move there. Moving from Florida to Tennessee isnít that big of a move, but the two states are vastly different. I love the sunny beaches and the palm trees of Florida. I donít think they have those in Tennessee. Tomorrow will be the first day of the rest of my life. It was up to me to make the best of it.
The next day, I awoke early in the morning, when the sun was just coming up over the palm trees and the ocean. It was a beautiful summer morning. The sun was shining through my window onto my now bare walls. It cast such an empty feeling in my heart and I almost started to cry. I didnít want to move and leave all of my friends or my house. I heard a rumble from outside and then my mom calling me to come help pack the moving truck that had just pulled up. I looked out from my bedroom window and I saw 2 movers carrying our sectional up the ramp and onto the truck. I sighed and made my way downstairs.
The move was hard and took a month and a half to complete. It was a really hard time and I know I cried myself to sleep more than once in my new room. The ranch was beautiful, with luscious green grass and looming weeping willow trees everywhere, but I still did not feel at home here. It would definitely take time.
My parents told me that I could look for a couple horses that we could buy because our new ranch was huge and we didnít have any animals yet. There is really no point in living on a huge 100 acre ranch if you didnít have horses or other animals. I was basically terrified of horses at that point so I was reluctant to go and look at them with my parents. We went to this one farm though, to look at an expensive jumper who turned out to be my future grand champion