In Full Bloom

Chapter one: birthdays

Birthdays are supposed to be fun, right? Not a damn thing was fun on my birthday. Let's begin. I'm Hannah Anderson, I'm 12, but today, I'm 13. I have been begging my mom all my life for more freedom. What I mean by that is no overprotective parents like my dad. I asked for my mom to be in charge and have a good conversation with him to persuade him to do so, not to have him leave my life forever!

It was May 15, 2013, I was at home, having a little party with my mom and dad, because I am an only child. My dad wasn't home yet, because he was claimed to be "at work still" but he was really stalling to add a dramatic effect. My phone pinged, it was from dad. It read:
Honey, my present for you is in my closet, hope you like it! See u later!
I went into my father's closet, and found that it was empty, and I didn't know why. But in the closet was a small box with a card inside (my dad said the card was inside). I went to the kitchen, getting ready to open it. I told my mom,
" dad said I could open my present early, because he is coming home late,"

"Alright then," she said back. She didn't even know my father moved. She had always loved my father, but my father just grew out of my mom. So when I opened the box, the card said, "open last", so I followed the instructions. I opened the smaller box inside to find a necklace. The ones with the personality charms inside. Inside was a star, a telescope, ( because I love astronomy) a book, and a peace sign. I loved it. As soon as I opened it, I put it on. Also, a little slip of paper was inside, too. I opened it up, and it said,
Dear miss Hanna Anderson,
You have now officially the owner of the star, Hanna's world.

He gave me my own star. I have wanted my own star forever! I loved it.

It came time to open the letter. I carefully opened it up and read it aloud.

Dear Hannah,
I hope you liked your presents, I knew you would just adore them. One thing, though, i know you noticed my empty closet while getting the present, and I did that to tell you that I'm leaving. I don't have the liking to your mom anymore, and just want to live a new life. Today, I flew to California and now live in Santa Barbara. I want you to always know I love you, and I will always visit in Christmas

Love you and I'm sorry,

Dad

My heart sank. I immediately clasped the card with my hands, dropped down on my knees, and began sobbing. My mother was already crying, too and came to the floor to cry with me. She instantly, to get rid of her anger, took every picture frame except three with I'm in it, and smashed them in the floor and destroyed the memories, like someone who just got amnesia. I cried even more. I cried the next day out, too until school just became even worse.