It’s a book about a girl whose deceased grandmother gives her books about their family’s mysterious past, ancestry and voodoo. She becomes particularly attatched with one and actually ends up revisiting her own past. While reliving it, she sees all the cruel, horrific things she did to people, and the secret things she saw that she left unsaid. Afterwards, she tries her best to prevent something very catastrophic from happening to someone she loved, even if they were in her past.

-PAST IN THE PRESENT-

ONE:

As crazy as it sounds, I never really expected to actually witness my grandma’s funeral. As a matter of fact, I never thought she’d die before I did. So full of life and exciting, she wasn’t like anyone else. She was really the only one to relate to me—a 78 year old woman empathizing with a 16 year old girl was rare, and I think that’s what made her so special.
But unfortunately, the day came. Here I am, dress in all black to mourn over the wonderful Mary Elise Grovern that I liked to call my nana.
I dragged myself downstairs to find my mom at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. I rolled my eyes. She’d been saying she was trying to quit for years now, all the while holding a 12-pack in her hand.
“Ma?” I said, extending my hand out to touch her shoulder.
With a slight jump she turned towards me, showing faint mascara streaks going down her face, and a stone-cold emotion present in her blood-shot eyes—she must have been drinking too. I quickly dropped my hand.
“Um,” I stammered, “Are you ready to head out?”
She stared at me for a few moments, and then decided to break the silence.
“YEAH! Of course I’m ready to go see my mom get buried 6-feet under the ground, who wouldn’t be, Aubrey?!” She said in a drunken, obnoxious yell while waving her arms in the air.
She definitely had been drinking.
I cringed and walked out to the car. I knew it had to be hard on her. My mom was just as close to Nana as I was when she was my age, but when she eloped with Eric, my dad, her and Nana were never the same.
Nana thought Dad was disrespectful and didn’t treat Mom the way she should be treated. The abuse got out of hand and when Nana stepped in, Mom thought she was trying to interfere with her marriage. I heard it so many times before: ‘You just don’t get it, he loves me! Every marriage has their setbacks and this is just one of them.’ ‘Janelle, don’t be so stupid. ABUSE is NOT a setback, it’s a living Hell! And you know that’s not what you need. That man doesn’t love you and you don’t love him. Money isn’t everything!’
Money isn’t everything. Mom felt that Nana was basically calling her a gold-digger, and it obviously hurt her to hear. One thing led to another, and before you know it, Nana and Mom rarely ever talked after that.
It was really hard on all of us. Nana loved Mom a lot, just like any other mother loves a daughter and she didn’t want to see her own blood get hurt like that, but Ma didn’t understand. All she saw was money signs with my dad, just like Nana said. And now here it is, 4 years after Mom’s divorce from Eric, and they still never even talked it out. The only reason I got to stay so close with Grandma is because she was helping Ma take care of me when she was in and out of rehab or Dad was on business trips, because as she said it to my mom after their first fight, ‘Just because things aren’t right between me and you doesn’t mean I want to see Aubs go through tough times, too.’
But now with Nana gone, the tough times were probably just beginning.
PLOT & STORY ARE COPYRIGHTED; I sent a copy to myself :)
Just in case some shady things were to pop up.
Haha, I’m 13 for the person who asked :)
And I’m just a little hesitant about writing the story because people might think it sounds to kiddish or something? /:
But yeah

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