
Margie White, a city girl from California, is longing to meet her birth mother. She travels across the country to a small southern town called Hoops, where she and her mother reunite. And, she even unexpectedy meets a boy along the way.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 408 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-03-10 - id: 6106989
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I looked across the airport parking lot. There we people lined up in rows, holding signs up high. I scanned the signs, walking down the rows, hopeful to find one that said Margie White.
"Excuse me, ma'am, are you Margaret White?", I heard a voice ask from behind me. Quickly I spun around. Standing there was a tall boy about my age. He had sun-tanned skin and brown eyes. His dirty blonde hair fell in his face.
He was wearing a long sleeved red shirt and long jeans, including authentic cowboy boots and a hat. It was a few moments before I realized I was staring. He just looked so gorgeous. "Ma'am?" He asked again, giving me a little smile. It was bright and cheerful.
I looked up into his big fawn eyes. "Uh... Yea, that would be me. I'm Margie." I stated. Really, I hated being called Margaret. Yet, somehow, he made it sound sweet.
His eyes widened and he pulled me instantly into a big hug.
"Well, why didn't you say so! I'm Nathan, I work for your mom on the farm.", he smiled again.
Then I realized he was the one staring this time. "What?", I asked, surprised. He just shook his head and looked down at his big boots.
"It's just that you look exactly like Grace...", he said, rubbing his chin.
I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head again. "I'm sorry, I should have said so earlier. Grace is your mother. The one you came here to meet? Come on, lets get going. It's not a long drive to the farm from here.
As soon as we got to the farm, I noticed the big house in the middle of all the land. "That's where you'll be staying. And that," he paused to reach over me and point to a small cottage on the far side of the land, "is where I stay. Nice place, huh?"
I smiled and took my bag from him, getting out of the truck and heading up the walkway to the large house. There was a tall woman standing on the porch. As soon as I saw her I knew who she was. She was my mother.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my second story here and I'm really excited! Please please please comment and review, tell me what you think! Thanks so much!
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