The Light at the End
Chapter 1
"Mom! Would you stop it! I look fine. It's not Prom, it's just a little fundraising dance. I don't even have a date. Jeez," I said, as my mom tried to 'fix' my hair for the millionth time.
"I know, honey," she said smiling. "It's just that." She paused and looked at our reflection in the mirror. "You, Georgia, look so much like your mother did when she was your age."
I quickly met her gaze in the mirror. She barely ever mentioned my mother. My actually, birth mother was best friends with Kara, the women that I call 'Mom' today. When I was two, my mom was in a horrible car accident When the driver, who was drunk, had lost control of the car. My father was the driver. He couldn't stand the fact that he had killed the woman he loved, his best friend, his soul mate. He commited suicide when I was three and a half.
Kara was my godmother, so she took me in. It became habit to call her mom and so that's what she's been known to me ever since then.
"I do?" I asked. I saw the tears forming in her eyes, and I turned around.
Mom smiled and nodded. "Same hair, same eyes, same smile, same beauty. Of course you do, sweetie." She hugged me. "I'm going to go get my camera."
I smiled and rolled my eyes. Mom left me alone in my room. I turned back to the mirror and admired myself. For once, I actually liked what I saw.
My naturally blonde hair pulled to the side over my left shoulder and a white flower clip held it in place. I had no make-up on, because almost every kind I've tried has made my face break out in hives. I don't think it's worth it. No make-up equals natural beauty, which is one of the best ways to look nice. I wore a diamond necklace that my old best friend gave to me when we were seven. I heard the story of it when I was 10. Theo wanted to get me something special for my birthday, so his mom brought him to a jewelry store and helped him pick it out. Him and his family moved to Alaska with his dad's business when we were 12. I'm 16 now.
And then there was the dress. It was my mother, my birth mother's, prom dress, and even though this dance wasn't as big as prom, wearing the dress was just as special. I ran my hands over the red silk and smiled at my relfection one more time before grabbing my hand bag and walking downstairs.
Mom took a ton of pictures. Her husband, who I of course call 'Dad' were in half of them, and they switched off so Mom could be in them too.
"Okay," I said, when my dad went to go finish watching the Cubs game. "Can I please go now, Mom?"
"Yes, honey." She kissed my forehead. "Have fun, and don't stay out to late."
"I won't." I said. "Bye!"
"Bye Georgia," she said.
I opened the door and my mouth dropped open.
Oh. My. God.
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The beginning is slow, I know. But I have plans for the story. So please read it. It would mean a lot. It is my first story on Witty, so be nice please. And please poke me if I stop writing, because I really do want to finish it. I will do reminders, so comment if you want one. I will ONLY give reminders to those who COMMENT. Thank you! xx XD
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