The Beautiful House
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Clare walked towards the tall silver gate that was sparkling in the summer sunlight.She looked at the spikes on top of gate she counted ever single spike.She pushed the tall gate with both hands quite hard.
The gate flung open quite quickly. She walked through the gate at quite a quick pase she felt brillant as she saw the house.It was a beautiful house with four cream pillars infront of the house with a massive triangle roof.
The house had giant square windows every window had a magnolia frame Clare's light blonde hair blown softly in the wind.As she got closer and closer to the house she was now walking down a thin grey path.On both sides next to the path were a few leaves scattered on the left on the right it leaded to a tree.The tree was like a tower block it gave Clare a happy flash back as soon as it caught the corner of her eye.She could see her self reading a thin book that had a dark brown cover in the middle of summer.Sparrows were flying above the tree tweeting happily in the summer sky not a cloud was hanging in the sky.The sky it self was the most beautiful shade of light bue Clare loved the colour. The colour matched her eyes almost perfectly Clare her self had the giggles from her favorite book.She turned the pages rapildy not in the way a child does when they forced to read a boring book.In a happy way she turned over another page sat under her favorite spot.
The long branches blown softly and it was fairly warm Clare was sat more to the left of the tree.More years passed by in her mind.
It was fall her blonde spiral curls that went to her shoulders bounced as she jumped up and down.She was now ten and was eleven in 4 days she was happily jumping in a pile of leaves she felt a rush of freedom and gratitude.For that amazing fall sunday morning and for the sound of crisp leaves beneath her small feet.
More years went by in her mind and then she reached her teens her bedroom was on the front of the house.She got up one morning when she was fourteen at rougly half nine in the morning on december 25th.She standed by her huge window like a zombie but then her face filled with pleasure.When she saw loads of snow on the ground she looked up and saw more snow falling from the sky.She rushed downstairs without another thought.Like an eager to please child she ran into the kitchen "Dad it's snowing she shouted"."This will be the best christmas ever" then her father said happily hugging his daughter right by the light wooden table.
Clare was now right by front door she pushed the door open and saw her own daughter Jessica.She had her mothers big blue eyes.She had her fathers light brown hair and some freckles sprinkled on her cheeks.She was small like her mother and had curly hair just like her mother.
Jessica was 8 nearly nine "come on lets go in the garden I can push you on that wooden swing you love Jessica".Said Clare "ok then smiled Jessica sweetly they both walked down the hall and in the kitchen Clare opened the door.
They were now in the back garden the long light green grass twinkled in the sun.There it was at the back of the garden it was the swing.That Jessica's father made for her with bright blue rope for her to hold on to.Jessica jumped on the swing as quick as lightning Clare pushed her softly they both talked and then laughed.
They were happy they both knew that it was an amazing day for both of them and they were a happy family.Not a perfect family but a family that was very grateful for the good times that they shared together.
The gate flung open quite quickly. She walked through the gate at quite a quick pase she felt brillant as she saw the house.It was a beautiful house with four cream pillars infront of the house with a massive triangle roof.
The house had giant square windows every window had a magnolia frame Clare's light blonde hair blown softly in the wind.As she got closer and closer to the house she was now walking down a thin grey path.On both sides next to the path were a few leaves scattered on the left on the right it leaded to a tree.The tree was like a tower block it gave Clare a happy flash back as soon as it caught the corner of her eye.She could see her self reading a thin book that had a dark brown cover in the middle of summer.Sparrows were flying above the tree tweeting happily in the summer sky not a cloud was hanging in the sky.The sky it self was the most beautiful shade of light bue Clare loved the colour. The colour matched her eyes almost perfectly Clare her self had the giggles from her favorite book.She turned the pages rapildy not in the way a child does when they forced to read a boring book.In a happy way she turned over another page sat under her favorite spot.
The long branches blown softly and it was fairly warm Clare was sat more to the left of the tree.More years passed by in her mind.
It was fall her blonde spiral curls that went to her shoulders bounced as she jumped up and down.She was now ten and was eleven in 4 days she was happily jumping in a pile of leaves she felt a rush of freedom and gratitude.For that amazing fall sunday morning and for the sound of crisp leaves beneath her small feet.
More years went by in her mind and then she reached her teens her bedroom was on the front of the house.She got up one morning when she was fourteen at rougly half nine in the morning on december 25th.She standed by her huge window like a zombie but then her face filled with pleasure.When she saw loads of snow on the ground she looked up and saw more snow falling from the sky.She rushed downstairs without another thought.Like an eager to please child she ran into the kitchen "Dad it's snowing she shouted"."This will be the best christmas ever" then her father said happily hugging his daughter right by the light wooden table.
Clare was now right by front door she pushed the door open and saw her own daughter Jessica.She had her mothers big blue eyes.She had her fathers light brown hair and some freckles sprinkled on her cheeks.She was small like her mother and had curly hair just like her mother.
Jessica was 8 nearly nine "come on lets go in the garden I can push you on that wooden swing you love Jessica".Said Clare "ok then smiled Jessica sweetly they both walked down the hall and in the kitchen Clare opened the door.
They were now in the back garden the long light green grass twinkled in the sun.There it was at the back of the garden it was the swing.That Jessica's father made for her with bright blue rope for her to hold on to.Jessica jumped on the swing as quick as lightning Clare pushed her softly they both talked and then laughed.
They were happy they both knew that it was an amazing day for both of them and they were a happy family.Not a perfect family but a family that was very grateful for the good times that they shared together.
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