|I'm Just Average
Author: LiveFoREVer97 PM
Willow Higgins is the niece of Marcus Higgins. Willow was your average shy 13 yr. old girl. She never thought she would get the attention of Greg "Hollywood" Feder. She also never thought that she would find something so close to love. - This is the best summary I could come up with. I swear the story is better than this : Enjoy!Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Romance - Greg F. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,739 - Reviews: 34 - Favs: 53 - Follows: 53 - Updated: 09-30-12 - Published: 06-21-12 - id: 8239895
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I don' t own Grown Ups or anything just my made up character Willow :) This will be a Greg/OC story
I know it's a short chapter but i'm just testing to see if I should continue or not.
Please Review! It would be much appreciated!
My life has never been interesting. I was a normal girl who was born and raised in New Hampshire. My name is Willow Higgins and I'm 13 years old. I live with my Uncle Marcus since my parents didn't want a kid destroying their lives. I have long jet black hair, and mystical blue/gray eyes.
I was considered the shy girl in school. Which is true, but only my uncle knows that I can get pretty crazy, and if I'm comfortable around you. I was the person that stood on the sideline observing. People who knew my uncle thought it was strange since I was the complete opposite of him. I looked more like my mom did then my dad and Marcus.
Right now, I was in my room reading a book, music playing softly in the background from my stereo. It was a normal Thursday night for me. I would hide out in my room while Marcus went out with a girl. It always disgusted me how many different women he went out with all the time.
It was around 9pm, the moon shining high in Rochester,New Hampshire, as a cool breeze flowed through my open window. I heard the front door of the apartment open and shut close, signaling that Marcus was home. I heard footsteps aproach my bedroom door followed by a knock.
"Come in!" I shouted and continuted reading.
I looked up as Marcus came in and sat at the edge of my bed. He had a sad look on his face. I took this as a sign as something serious. I placed a bookmark in my book, and sat up.
"Coach's dead." Was all he said.
I frowned before hugging him. He had talked about coach buzzer many times and I knew he was a great man. I could tell how much this affected Marcus.
"Tomorrow's the funeral, and then were spending the weekend at the Earnshaw lakehouse. So pack and get to bed soon. Were leaving at 8." He hugged me, said goodnight and left my room.
I sighed before getting up and started to pack. Wondering what this weekend would bring.