Sunshine
-Chapter 1-
Lonely. Sad. Angry. Orphan. All of those words describe me perfectly. I, Sunny Moore, am an orphan. I live with my Grandmother, well, my adoptive Grandmother. She never forgets to remind me of being an orphan. She only adopted me because of my adoptive Grandfather, who died about five years ago. I never knew Grandfather very well. He was always away on a business trip of some sort. In fact, I never even met the man. I�ve only seen his portrait, hanging over the fireplace mantel, his cold blue eyes always glaring at those walking through the room. I�ll probably never be able to find my parents either. Grandmother says the adoption agency didn�t give me any background information about me, but I don�t know whether to believe her or not. She also says that she and Grandfather adopted me in California; far, far away from our South Carolina plantation. I also wish I had friends. I�ve never met anyone who is my age before. Ever. I only know my Grandmother and my nanny. Grandmother hired her to take care of me when I was a baby. I haven�t seen her since I was ten. Her name was Rosetta and she had long black hair that she kept in two very long braids, just dangling above her waist. I think that Rosetta was the closest thing to a friend that I have ever had. She taught me to read, write, and other simple things up until The Day. Not just any other day, this day has a special meaning, and not a good one either. On The Day, my semi-happy life shattered into a million pieces.
-Chapter 2-
Remember when I said I haven�t seen Rosetta since I was ten? Well I meant to say I will never see Rosetta again, ever since my tenth birthday. The Day. The Day Rosetta was murdered by my own Grandmother. Yes, murdered. And I had witnessed the whole thing. And Grandmother made sure that I would never speak a word of it to any human being. I have kept the secret for over six years. It�s time to tell someone. Okay. Here goes...
On the morning of April 31, I woke up to the sweet smell of maple syrup wafting up the stairs and the beautiful sunshine throwing its golden rays on my quilt. Rosetta was up making pancakes with maple syrup, my favorite breakfast dish. I hopped out of bed and slipped on my soft linen dress, which was made for me by Rosetta in the color of butter. I quietly padded down the stairs and sat at the breakfast table beside Grandmother, who harshly glared at me. After I had eaten, I waited for Rosetta to clean the kitchen so we could go for our daily walk through the apple orchard out back. But instead of taking me to the orchard, she brought me to the study instead. I sat in one of the oversized leather chairs.
"Sunshine, you have to listen very carefully to what I am about to tell you. Do not tell your Grandmother one word." I nodded my head. Rosetta sighed and pulled a folder out of a drawer.
"You have been lied to your entire life... Sunshine, you are not adopted. Your Grandmother is really your Grandmother." When I heard this, I didn't really care. Grandmother will never truly be family to me, so I thought I would always be an orphan anyways, but it was Rosetta's next words that struck me the hardest.
"I know where your mother is."
-Chapter 3-
The story Sunshine is the complete work of Camilla Ann (me). Please do not put this story on your site unless you give a link back to this site! More coming soon! Copyright 2003
