chapter one

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It's June. Summer has always been everyone's favorite season. Naomi and Judy always remember the time they spent years ago. Whenever something bad happens in our life, it is as if the old times are always missed and nostalgic. People cannot adapt to loss and most of them find it difficult to move on to a new stage. Some are depressed, some are happy. But perhaps the whole situation is based on what we will lose. A person can't fall into depression if he loses a simple pen, isn't that right? But if this loss concerns our loved one, we can make exceptions here.


June, dear June. This season suits Los Angeles very well. Despite the high temperature and noisy areas, everyone wants to live here. The beach is full of thousands of tourists and locals. There are parties every day and most importantly, school is over and now teenagers are doing whatever they want. In one of the neighborhoods, an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl lived with her mother and aunt. Ava. Her aunt's name is Naomi, and her mother's name is Judy. do you know These young women are the ones who were born and raised in Los Angeles, and this place holds many memories for them. However, Ava is not very fond of living here. She misses the old life, the life where his father and mother were together again. A life where her sister Angelina was alive, when she had friends, when she even had a boyfriend, and so on. In short, she is not happy in Los Angeles. But, after many problems, her mother considered it necessary.

You may be wondering what happened to Ava's sister? Why did her parents divorce? What happened and why does Ava not like living in California? The point is that it will not be possible to tell so many things now, although you will understand it slowly.

"Eva come down dear" Naomi called. "I'm coming" - shouted Eva. The girl went downstairs to the kitchen. "We thought you would be hungry. Today is pancake day! Come, come eat quickly while it's hot." Naomi pointed to the table. "You know, I think I'm not hungry" - Eva had an unpleasant look on her face. "No, no! You have to eat. Take at least one please" Judy joined in the conversation, she never liked it when her daughter didn't obey. "Okay, but only one, I'm trying to follow a diet, and you do something delicious every day," the girl said in a sad voice and laughed quietly. "No diet, you know what, now we'll prepare something even better, so that you'll be hungry" said Naomi and started laughing. "You are terrible, do you know that?" Eva continued, and she also started laughing.


After breakfast, the girl went back into her room. She had quite a cozy and beautiful room. Blue wallpaper with thousands of decorations: sea shells and stars, dolphins and even water waves. It was obvious that she loved the sea very much. A large window with white curtains, where a beautiful view of the sea could be seen. A desk, a bookshelf, a soft chair and a bed made of white wood. In short, her room was beautiful. Eva sat down on the bed, took a black notebook in her hand (a diary) and started writing.

"Dear diary, how many things I want to change. I wish Angie was still here by my side. I wish my father was here, by our side. You know, I always wondered why this happens? I haven't done anything wrong, why does this happen to good people? I want to go downstairs and shout to my mom and aunt that I don't want to start a new life, I don't want to live in California, I don't want to go to private school! I just want to go back to Washington, I know it's crazy, but I want to go back, travel back in time. Wherever there is Angie, I will hear her voice, and wherever I am, I will be daddy's little girl as before. Mother has changed a lot, sometimes I think that she has completely forgotten Angie. When I start talking about her, she changes the topic and starts talking about something else. I don't know what to do, how to act. P.S. Finding friends here is very difficult."

Eva put the diary on a small chest of drawers and opened it. Then he turned on the song: "heat waves" at a low volume and tried to fall asleep.

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