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You can read the first chapter here, in this link.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AmVmKat1OLDKO4DBW2.R6BDsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20091012151141AAXydK3

here’s the second chapter.
chapter2.
Mom left without telling me goodbye. She eyed me for a moment and i smiled at her. I wanted to hug her.

" mom," I held her hand, " you’ll come again, right?"

She didn’t reply. she just pulled her hand from between my fingers and went into the elevator with her personal sack in her hand. I was alone once again.

Aftre half an hour, Dad came into the living room and switched off the tv. He looked angry. His eyebrows arched up, wrinkling his forehead and the sides of his lips went down as if he was in disgust.

" why did you switch it off?" i said, " i was watching."

I lied. The tv hummed infront of me, while my mind wondered of, posing questions like " where will mom go? Will i ever see her again?" " Will she ever call me?" I couldn’t answer any of them.

" we’re leaving," Dad said, collecting some of his socks from around the living room and throwing them in his sack. "get ready, we have no time."

" where?" I ran at Dad, smiling. " we’ll bring mom back, right?"

Dad sighed. " no," he said, " we’re going to granny."

I hated Granny. In her last visit, two weeks ago, she sprayed me with spit, as she spoke of her three husbands, who all abandoned her for her bad food. I didn’t care, i just wanted to have some pennies from her, so i pretended to be interestted in what she said. My face twitched and my eyes widened whenever she spoke of herslef. Eventually, my acting skills brought me four chillings. " here you go Noah, " she said, " Who loves granny?"

" Noah…" I yelled and ran away to buy some spiderman comics with the labouriously gained money.

On our way to Granny i turned on my favorite tape, mozart music. It was really uplifting. I laid my head back and sniffed at the cool summer air.

I hoped that Dad would share me this moment. I turned my head at him. " Do you like to smell the air?" I said, " It’s really nice when you smell the air while being in a car."

Dad pulled out his lips, looked at me briefly and said, " no, I don’t like to smell the air."

His voice was so straight and low. I felt like he didn’t want to reply like always, so i swallowed my other question.

By the end of the journey to Granny’s house, my red hair was all a mess around my head. It stuck out in thorn like spikes. Mom used to tell me when i was younger that i inherited my hair from her brother, uncle Tom. Although i’ve seen uncle tom once in my life, I found him to be a really nice guy. He liked mozart and beethoven like me. I really wished to meet him again and ask him to convince mom to come back home.

After Dad brought his leather sack out of the car, we stepped into granny’s wet garden. A newly planted beach stood at one corner.

This beach reminded me of school. Under Mrs. Greens window there grew a tall, leafy beach. On the first day of school, some years ago, I had a fight with a chubby kid called, Jackson. jackson’s mother worked as a math teacher in school, so he took the liberty of thrashing anyone who didn’t do him what he wanted. He asked me to bring him, some water from the cantine, but i shook my shoulders and walked away. " go bring them yourself," I said. And to my regret, Jackson’s face went red and he started smashing my face against the trunk of the beach. Since that day, whenever i saw a beach my nose would start to ach, just like now.

Dad rang the bell and after some minutes, i heard granny’s voice yelling from behind the door. " who’s there, I don’t want milk today."

" it’s John mama," dad said, " open up."

"ohh johny." The door flung open and granny stepped forward, hugging dad with quavery arms. After giving dad his share of wet kisses, she bowed at me and crashed me between her arms. " i missed you to noey,"

We went in. As i walked into the living room, i thought of how lonely granny might feel sometimes. the silence that filled the house, even in daytime, was so bad that it might push you to cry without being sad.

I tried not to pass over the the sheets of piano that scattered all over the living room. They were so precious in my own opinion. I took off my shoes and started collecting them. As i was collecting some pieces from under the window, I noticed a lonely piece of sheet music, left alone at one corner beside the sofa. I held it up and read. " Moonlight sonata." wow. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Ohh you’d be wondering right now why i would be interessted in sheet music, right? Ohh. I could play the piano.

Since the age of four, Dad sent me on daily basis to granny. She taught me how to play the piano. my skills as a piano player grew, but my passion for it was so strong. Dad refused to buy me a piano, he said that it was very expensive, besides i need to focus much more on my studies rather than the piano. So, in subst

Your grammar is appalling. It’s "I" not "i", "I’ve" not "i’ve" etc… When saying "I" as yourself it’s always a capital letter. Never small letter. Also. When starting a " <– It’s a capital too.

Spelling was awful. I suggest a spell checker next time.

Sorry but I am being HONEST here.

I do like the amount of content. That’s really good. Nice long story line not a simple "Hi. I’m Jake. The END!"