Lost In Time

Chapter 1

It's an busy October Monday. I am walking down a long snaking road; on my way home from my bus stop. All along the road are bright red, yellow, and orange fall leaves. My shoulder bag is starting to weigh me down, with all the homework I have. My golden hair flashes in the sun as I'm turning the corner down the street from my house. My golden locks tickle my back sending chills down the middle of my back to my feet. I whip the rain drops out of my dark blue eyes, and I notice that the "for sale" sign has disappeared from my front lawn. I don't know if I should take that as a good sign or if I will spend three hours holed up in my room complaining to my best friend. I continue on my way, and I shake my head to dispel the gleaming silver rain drops from my hair. I run inside my house toss my bag on the floor next to the front door, and I grab the Nikon camera from my nightstand and rush back outside. I stop at the edge of the woods wondering if I should go home. But I take a deep breath and plunge into the depths.

I continue to walk looking for this secret spot; which only me and my Grandpa had known about. I haven't been here since the "accident" two years ago. I originally didn't want to go so I don't remember the "accident" but now I think back to that day. A bird call rushes me back to the present and I realized that I had stopped walking. I'm doubled over clutching my chest gasping for breath. I realize that I had been running from something unknown. I sit down and try to get my bearings as I catch my breath. I spot the tree that my Grandpa had tied a red piece of cloth; so I could find my way to the glade without him. Tomorrow is the anniversary of when he died. Every year the day before it I decide to go to the glade and leave something he would like in a tree. When I get to the glade I find a good tree branch one kind of close to the ground and I tie a wooden bird house that I made myself. I make a vow that from now on I will come here the day before the anniversary and hang one up in a tree.

When I'm done I jump back across the river and lay down where I had that fateful night. I count down from five. When I get to two I sit up and watch the river. Just like that evening the river lights on fire. I stay a little longer than I had originally planned, but I leave two minutes before the amazing show goes off. I sprint for the tree line not wanting to be in the woods after dark. I burst out of the trees and run smack into the driver side of my mother's car. "Ugh crap." I muttered my breath clouding the window. I step back and to see my mother laughing. I scowl at her then jog around to the driveway. I wave to Carla our neighbor; "How are you today? How's your cat? I'm sorry he isn't feeling too well." I call over our short fence.

"He is getting better every day, thank you for asking Ky!" She calls back. I wave goodbye and open the front door. I close it behind me and walk into the kitchen placing my camera on the counter. The phone rings and I run around the island to grab it. "Hello, this is Ky. Who is this?" I ask.

"Hi, Ky, it's Shea from the diner." A woman's voice replies, "Is your mom home?" Shea is one of my mom's friends who gave her a job at the diner when she got laid off at another job because of budget cuts. "Oh hey, yeah she just pulled into the driveway. Hold on a second." I walk through the hallway that connects the living room from the kitchen and I go over to the door on the left side and open it. I stick my head through the door and into the garage just as my mom is climbing out of the car. "Mom, Shea is on the phone." I tell her. I hand her the phone and back into the living room closing the door. I look around the room. Our black leather couch sits facing a big bay window looking out to the road and street. The flat screen television sits mounted on the wall in a corner out of view of the window. Facing the garage door across the room is another arch that leads into the dining room. Connecting the living room from the kitchen is a short but kind of long hallway. I walk into the middle of the hall and stop.

To my left are two rooms, one on the right, and one on the left side of another short hallway. One of the rooms is a guest room. It's a medium sized bedroom with a twin size bed, its own bathroom, and a mirror facing the bed on a white dresser. There's a window next to the bed, and a closet. The walls are a plain darkish light blue and the rug is a dark blue. The second room is just a closet for towels and washcloths and other things. Then to my right are two more rooms. One on the left, one on the right; the one on the left is fairly big. The left room my parents use it as their study. It has two desks, one for my dad and mom each. One wall is stack with filing cabinets, and there's a closet for office supplies. The walls are light blue and the rug is dark blue. The other room is a bathroom. It has lime green walls, and white tile flooring. I continue on with my afternoon, and after I finish my homework I go upstairs to my room. I go back into the living room and walk up the stairs by the dining room. When I get to the top, the first door leads into my parent's bedroom. Then to my right a little way down the hall is another door. That leads to my "attic," which only holds boxes full of "treasures." Diagonally across from that is a medium size bathroom.