I lay down on my bed and I open my journal. The pages are a yellowish color from old care.
I'm not looking at someone's personal things. It's my personal thing. Well...journal.
I start to read.
Dialogue
February, 2001
I have my life in my hands. But what if I let go? What if I just stop holding on? But I can't do that. I have people that I care about. People that I love and cherish.What if my parents never left me? Or if I never met Jordan or Miranda?
My life would be different. Different is a word that I don't use often. I would usually say uncommon or not the same. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't know Jordan or Miranda.
What if I never met max or Georgia? They raised me.
Jordan and Miranda were raised by max and Georgia. So there like siblings but not blood related.
I wonder what my parents were like. What if my mother had brown hair and black eyes like me? Or if my father was the sweetest person alive? Or it could be worse. My mother could've left me here because she did want me. Or if my father did the same.
I want to know the truth. The truth is what I'm going to find out. In a thousand years to a few days. I don't really care when or how I'll do it.
This is my journey.
I flip through some pages they all say at the ending "this is my journey" I guess it could be my journey. One that I'll have till I die I guess.
Hey whatcha looking at? I hear someone say.
I look up. It's ash.
Just a book. I say.
It has no title. She says walking over to me.
I close the book and I put it on my lap.
Yeah...no title. I say.
Your hiding something. She says.
So...what if I am hiding something? I say.
What's the book about? She says.
It's just a silly old burnt up book that was mine when I was young. Max threw it over the wall and then he must've burnt it or did something to it. I say.
Oh...She says.
Yeah. It's nothing to worry about. He did that because when he found it he didn't like what I put in there. It was nothing mean it was just details and fact that he didn't want anyone to read. I say.
Oh ok. Do you want to go eat something with me and Miranda? She says.
Sure. I say.
I get up and I put my book in my dresser drawer while ash is walking to my door.
We walk out of my room to Miranda.
I hear a loud scream.
Ash. I say.
Yea. She says
Did you hear that? I say.
Hear what? She says
A scream. I say.
No. She says.
Do you have good hearing? I say.
I have normal human hearing Amanda. She say.
Didn't know that. I must've been hallucinating. I say.
We enter the dining hall. It's not really a dining hall. It's just a room filled with a few long tables and chairs.
I see Miranda. She's getting food. Me and ash get a plate and we get some meat and some mash potatoes. I walk over to where Miranda is sitting.
I sit down.
Has come to sit down beside me.
Have either of you guys have seen Jordan? Since our meeting that we had I haven't seen him since you two went to tell Alexis that Ashley was back. Miranda says.
No. I lie. I seen him just last night.
I look at the door that you enter the dining hall. I see a lady who has brown hair and red eyes.
Abby?
I'm still writing this story but I'm editing my other stories and as well this one.
Guess who you haven't seen in a while!
Abby!
You haven't see her since like chapter 8 I believe. So... Yeah that could be Abby or it could be someone else! But I'm not going to say anything else.
Sorry about the chapter being short. I wanted a cliff hanger to come again. Since there hasn't been since the book scene.
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𝔐𝔶 𝔍𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔶 [✔] { Book 1 in The Journey Series } [DRAFT]
WerewolfWARNING! This book was written over nine and a half years ago! My writing has improved greatly and I suggest reading the somewhat "Second Draft" of this book., but you can still read this book. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT! Amanda Edwards, cunning, selfle...