1. Home town
The breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass over to me, I inhaled at the familiar scent though I hadn't smelt it in fourteen years. Where I had been living with my adoption parents the last few years there was nothing to cut the grass with so I had been deprived of the wondrous smell. For the last fourteen years I have been growing up in Paris, France. I was adopted and moved there when my mom died when I was five, now I'm back in Texas in a small town just outside of Denver. There is mainly desert around except the road that leads to real civilisation. I came back here because at eighteen I wanted to finish high school in my home town and whilst Paris was great I felt like something was missing. The breeze that afforded me a smell of the sweet scent of cut grass brushed my blond wavy locks over my shoulder, I glanced around again and sighed. The view from on top of this hill was truly amazing; I could see all of my home town and just beyond the borders. It isn't like this is a really big town or anything, actually it was more like one of the villages you got if you drove three miles outside of Paris. As I gazed at the home I hadn't seen for years my heart broke a little, my mom had died by murder here when I was five, after that they took me away and I never saw this place again until now. Tomorrow I would start the high school in town centre, that idea didn't sit well with me at all but I had to finish and I was glad I could finish here. A small tear escaped my eye, I wanted to have my mom see me finish high school, but that wasn't possible no matter how much I dreamed it was. With one more look at my small town I headed towards home.