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Skylar

Hi,I'm Skylar,i'm eighteen and i'm from Austin,Texas. I moved with my family to Ohio hoping that my parents won't work in anoyher place. We bought a bigger house than our first one in Texas. We came here because my parents were always living the town to come and work a few weeks here. They have a big factory and being the managers,they have to check it most of the time.
"It'awesome to be here!" I exclaimed and clapped two times as my dad parked the car in the garage. "I know,i have good taste in houses and different stuff." my mom laughed and we got off the car,in the same time with me.
I was the first one who entered. My jaw dropped as i saw the living room. It seemed like it was vintage. Well,i've heard from my dad that this place is a historical and haunted one. In this house lived a rich family with five kids and two parents who loved them to the moon and back. The colonists that were in that year entered in their house and they ran away from them,trying to escape. In their run,the girl was caught and kidnapped by the colonists. She was found dead by her younger brother. A legend says that he's still looking for his sister,believing she's still alive.
And my mom said she has good taste in houses. Yes,she has. But in houses with ghosts hiding under our beds.
I winced at the thought of living here and loosing someone from my family,but i was excited,though. I'll stay in his sister's room,maybe. If i can find it...
I took my boxes and went upstairs. The bed was covered with white sheets that were turning easy to grey. There was dust all over the room,especially on the nighstand. I sneezed as i put my boxes next to the bed. I opened a window and looked around the neighbourhood. We have a lake not far from here,a natural park where people can take their dogs and go jogging. A few houses are around this house,but none of them are close to it. I stepped back and walked to my boxes,unpacking my clothes. The wardrobe was on the left side of the room,next to the bed. There was enough dust to dirt my clothes,so i took a wet towel and cleaned as much as i could.
"I know this place is old,but someone could...",i stopped when i hit something on the wardrobe's stander. I furrowed my eyebrows and took a brown notebook. It had broken pages and the cover was damaged. The only thing i saw on its cover was My Thoughts and there was another word,but i couldn't see it. I took it with me on the bed and placed it on my lap. "Should i read it? Of courese. They're dead." I opened the first pages and read some lines. Whoever wrote the journal had a beautiful handwritten. As i was flicking through the pages,a black and white photo fell on my bed. I took it in my hand and looked at it. There were pictured a boy and a girl. They looked alike and i remembered the story my dad has told me. I turned the photo on the back and saw a date.
MaryandShor,8/9/1725
Shor should be the brother who found his sister,Mary,i guess. Mary eas beautiful. Same was Shor. Why was everything so dark for them? What happened to the rest of the family after they ran? I'm sure they didn't die of oldness.
I put the notebook on the nightstand and walked downstairs to my parents.

I know this chapter is short,but it's my first book so i need to know if you like it.