ok well kathyrn is this rich girl living in savannah georgia and mason is the garden boy and servant for fancy occasions at the house. they both love the other without the other knowing. eventually mason invites kathryn to go to the town with him which is where they fall in love. there lives are great until suddently mason is rushed to the hospital by cancer that kathyrn never knew he had. can somebody save his life??? thats my story line.. heres the story...
chapter 1::
outside the large windows, there was a dream, a miracle, someone who could brighten anyone's day. someone who would make even the darkest, saddest days and events humourous and bright in one way or another. he was amazing, no other real words to describe him: amazing. he didnt see me when i watched him: thank god he didnt. he may have been the garden tender, he may be the servant at my house. he was amazing, like i said before, no matter how me made a living. it didnt bother me, i was in love with him. i didnt care if he was mason the garden tender all i cared was that he was there and that he was with me.
"Kathryn, please do listen to me dear," my piano teacher, Ms. Leslie said. i couldnt help it, mason was right there outside the window. i couldnt concentrate when mason was around.
"I am so sorry Ms. Leslie," i said and put my hands on the keys,
"Dear you have the best hands to make beautiful music on the piano. But dear it seems you dont care. So please do try your best this next month or so. because then dear, your done with piano lessons. then i'm sorry to say kathryn, you will be having your big piano concert," Ms. Leslie said. She was about 57 with long hair that was once blonde but was gradually turning grey, she had deep set brown eyes and a deep set stare that was calm and gentle. she had some wrinkles that were deep that showed years and years of wear, tear and redone things, unresloved issues, love and hate, but mostly gentle listening. lessond were done in three minutes. ms. leslie was deep into looking at the sheet music of the songs i was learning. two minutes now. how could i get out of the last two minutes of piano lessons? sounds ridicoulous, i know. But Mason was sometimes only out in the garden for only minutes, jut admiring it, or pulling a couple weeds so sometimes, usually in the middle of piano lessons or private education lessons, i missed mason by only minutes. but in piano lessons, i could usually get out of it easier than private educational lessons because though ms. leslie has been taching me piano sonce i was eight years old, nine years. she didnt know all my triacks liie my private educational lessons teacher did. she had been my teacher soince i was four in pre-school. she brought me through grade school, junior high and every part of high school that i've been to. so she knew all my tricks. Ms. Leslie was still talking about the recitel next month, but i was deep i n thought and mason was so easy to reach at the time. the only words i heard were,
"Oh dear! i'm oh so sorry kathryn landon, but i need to be going," Ms. Leslie said and huried out the door. Here comes my chance
Thats all i have so far, please do take note i am in the eighth grade
chapter 1::
outside the large windows, there was a dream, a miracle, someone who could brighten anyone's day. someone who would make even the darkest, saddest days and events humourous and bright in one way or another. he was amazing, no other real words to describe him: amazing. he didnt see me when i watched him: thank god he didnt. he may have been the garden tender, he may be the servant at my house. he was amazing, like i said before, no matter how me made a living. it didnt bother me, i was in love with him. i didnt care if he was mason the garden tender all i cared was that he was there and that he was with me.
"Kathryn, please do listen to me dear," my piano teacher, Ms. Leslie said. i couldnt help it, mason was right there outside the window. i couldnt concentrate when mason was around.
"I am so sorry Ms. Leslie," i said and put my hands on the keys,
"Dear you have the best hands to make beautiful music on the piano. But dear it seems you dont care. So please do try your best this next month or so. because then dear, your done with piano lessons. then i'm sorry to say kathryn, you will be having your big piano concert," Ms. Leslie said. She was about 57 with long hair that was once blonde but was gradually turning grey, she had deep set brown eyes and a deep set stare that was calm and gentle. she had some wrinkles that were deep that showed years and years of wear, tear and redone things, unresloved issues, love and hate, but mostly gentle listening. lessond were done in three minutes. ms. leslie was deep into looking at the sheet music of the songs i was learning. two minutes now. how could i get out of the last two minutes of piano lessons? sounds ridicoulous, i know. But Mason was sometimes only out in the garden for only minutes, jut admiring it, or pulling a couple weeds so sometimes, usually in the middle of piano lessons or private education lessons, i missed mason by only minutes. but in piano lessons, i could usually get out of it easier than private educational lessons because though ms. leslie has been taching me piano sonce i was eight years old, nine years. she didnt know all my triacks liie my private educational lessons teacher did. she had been my teacher soince i was four in pre-school. she brought me through grade school, junior high and every part of high school that i've been to. so she knew all my tricks. Ms. Leslie was still talking about the recitel next month, but i was deep i n thought and mason was so easy to reach at the time. the only words i heard were,
"Oh dear! i'm oh so sorry kathryn landon, but i need to be going," Ms. Leslie said and huried out the door. Here comes my chance
Thats all i have so far, please do take note i am in the eighth grade