Welcome To Atlanta Georgia!
Emily would never get over that sign. Her parents drove past it for twelve years after returning from a vacation. Then it stopped when she was thirteen back in 1904. Now it was 1907 and she was sixteen years old. The whole reason why she was back in Georgia was to visit her friends. Eric, Franklin, Emma, Faline, Alex, Bree, Abrina, Brooklyn, Charlotte, Diana, Casey, and Drake. Emily knew it would take a while to get to Dalton from Atlanta. Emily pulled into Krogers parking lot and opened her car door. Emily had too many memories of her mother taking her to this store when she would take Emily to her grandmother's house. The times her grandmother would bake Emily pumpkin pie and chocolate chip cookies. The times her friends would be amazed with her grandmother's cooking when Emily would bring her grandmother's cooking to school.
But all of that changed when Emily was ten years old in 1901 when her uncle Albert killed her grandmother. Emily remembered when she and her mother walked in her grandmother's house to see the dead body. She could still hear her mother's sobs of sorrow. The next day after the murder she remembered seeing her 98 year old grandmother being lowered into the ground. July Hunter Carlos, July 15th 1803- October 23rd 1901. Was written on her grandmother's grave.
Emily shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She didn't want to get upset in the middle of a store. She walked down to the books and picked her father's book. The Boy and The Bunny. Her father had written the book when she was four years old in 1895. Emily's father had already published books for adults but this book was the first time he had published a child's book.
"Aren't you a little old for that?" A gruff voice asked.
