Chapter 1
The river attacked my lungs, pushing me further down. The pressure was to great to bear. I just stopped fighting. The water pushed me deeper, and I could see the foamy bubbles on the surface. my eyes began to roll, and I was plunged into the darkness. My mind drifted in and out of conciseness, and the last thing I remember seeing was a hand reaching for me.
I bolted upright, drenched in sweat. I haven't dreamt about that day in a few months. It had been almost a year ago, so I shouldn't be dreaming about it now. People always asked me what happened, how I fell, how I survived, but no matter how i dug into the depths of my mind, I can't remember, only in my dreams can I even imagine the horror.
The sun strayed over my face making sure I was awake, i groaned and got up. A quick scavenger hunt produced skinny jeans, a tank top, and my blue flip flops. A quick glance in the mirror revealed my insane curls and ice blue eyes. People described my body as perfect but all I see are flaws. Always self-conscience of looking prefect for everybody else, but not for me. I took a little time to fix my curls and pinned them out of my face. Perfect face for a flawed person.
I rushed down the stairs, tripping over forgotten shoes and Mom's dropped paint brushes. Mom is an artist who spends all her time painting, sculpting, or some other thing. Dad is a musician on the rise, just hitting the mark of low recognition. I was often home alone and practically raising myself.
I quest in the kitchen produced an orange and a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I scarfed it down, I was always hungry, but I never ate much in threat of ruining my "perfect" shape.
It was only 7:30 so I had time to kill. I hopped in my car and drove to school. Seniors always got admission to the outside classroom. Really it was a few benches placed in a mulched over aread in the courtyard between the school buildings. I found my way over and sat on the bench. I pulled my notebook from my bag and began to write. Writing was my way of getting away, as is music.
Before I knew it, people were arriving. I always lost track of time when I began to write.
"Hey Girl! Are you writing again?! You're such a silly girl!" My best friend, Anna Belle, said plopping down next to me, "Next time you have free time, call me, I'll give you a manicure, trust me, you need it."
Anna Bell pulled a compact mirror out of her purse, she glanced into it, fixing her make-up and checking her hair. Anna Bell always tried to live up to me, I tried to tell her that she was beautiful and that there was nothing to live up to, but she just wouldn't understand.
"Hey, A-B, don't worry, you look fine, as always." I always try to explain, but never did she get it.
"Whatever, your just trying to be humble. You always look amazing." There she went again. "We're going to be late to class if we don't hurry."
She was right, we needed to go to class. We stopped at our locker, we shared one, and headed to Trigonometry.
The school day was pretty uneventful. I reached for my doorknob and found it was unlocked. That alarmed me because Dad was in Florida, which is awhile away from California where we live, and Mom had a showcase to go to and wouldn't be home till Thursday. Nothing I saw was missing or out of place and I was beginning to think that I left the door unlocked this morning when I left. I gave up my search for the unordinary and sat at the counter with a glass of orange juice and my Social Studies homework, when I heard a bang from my room that startled me.
I jumped up and ran upstairs, nearly knocking over a glass vase. My door was wide open, so I sprinted in to see a foot just outside of my window. I ran to the window, tripping over my pillows on the floor. I looked out the window. I saw violet eyes, the oddity of purple eyes struck me, and then they were gone. i sat on my floor, not struck by the intruder, but by his purple eyes. I was snapped back into reality by the mess in my room. I quickly tidied up making sure everything was in its place. Everything was there, but the most important thing. My journal was gone.
the journal had everything about my near drowning experience. It had all my memories of it, the newspaper clipping, and photo's of the area after the incident. I wrote the journal about everything I knew about it and my memories. My parents never knew and i never read it since m last entry. One day everything was clear and vivid about that day, and the next day, I couldn't remember anything, and I stayed away from the journal.
Of the jewelry that I had, and the precious antiques, the thief decided to take my journal.
