Second Chances

Chapter 1: the beginning

(Author's Note)

A: This is our first book, so please don't hate on it too much :) However, constuctive criticism is always good :D

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Dear, Lacey I am sorry for your loss. Your parents meant a great deal to a lot of people. They have helped so much in the process of shaping what Signco is today. Again, we are sorry for what happened.

Sincerely, the CEO of Signco

Richard Phelps

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I couldn't help but feel even lonelier now with the words of the letter in my head. My parents had once worked at a huge software company that was located in downtown San Francisco. But now my parents are gone. Dead. Just because of a drunken semi-truck driver.

The letter seemed heartless - like the business letters, which my parents received all the time. It feels like the world stops rotating every time I think about what they did or what they were doing.

I look out at the beach one last time. That beach that I have loved so much. I can clearly see my parents and I playing Frisbee and throwing sticks to my dog, Serena. The memory faded as I thought of other great memories, my first kiss, looking at the stars through a telescope, and my nightly routine of running through the soft, grainy sand.

I am definitely going to miss it.

I walked back through my house just in time to see the movers take the last box out. I hopped into my Aunt Julie's car.

"Don't worry sweetie," she said in her reassuring voice. 'I'm sure that in a few years this will all be but a memory."

"Thanks," I said doubtfully, faking a smile.

She smiled at me and headed towards her house, or as I like to call it the estate.

She lives not to far away from the beach, but far enough that I can't see the ocean anymore. Her house is huge. It has two swimming pools, three tennis courts, a mini golfing area, a full basketball court, and an ice skating rink. The house itself is equipped with 20 bedrooms and 10 bathrooms. Each of the bedrooms has it's own theme because of my aunt's obsessive interior designing career.

I'm usually totally thrilled about going over to her house, but this occasion isn't for a brief stop by. This is officially my "home".

"Your bedroom is on the second level, to the left, and two doors down. It's your favorite one," she said while checking something on her laptop.

"Thanks Aunt Julie," I said. Just as I was about to step on the first step that led upstairs, I tripped over my own feet and landed on my knee. "Ouch!" This always happens to me. I'm so clumsy, or as Julie likes to say "born with two left feet."

Just as I walked into the bedroom the smell of lavender hit me. I loved this bedroom the walls were painted a light cool blue color, the wood floors were an oaky color and reminded me of sand, and the windows expanded from floor to ceiling so it was bright constantly. It brought me back to the beach.

When my parents went out of the state on a retreat I was so homesick that I wouldn't stop crying. My aunt led me to this room and I instantly felt at home. Ever since, I have always stayed in this bedroom.

I started unpacking my things from the suitcases that had already been brought up for me. There was plenty of space in the drawers and the closet for all of my clothes, which I had a lot of. I was never the type to wear flashy outfits; I was more of the person to wear sporty outfits that do not compliment my figure at all, but they were comfy.