I start to wash dishes. There's so much to clean up. I wish I still had a dog, so that I could feed the extra food to it. Instead it goes to waste in the garbage can.
I start to scoop the food of the plates into the garbage when I see something inside it. It is a doll. But not just any doll. The one I had as a child. I pull it out and look at it. I remember this thing. My dad said it was a gift from my mother when I was born. I brush some dirt and garbage off the doll and look at her.
She still has her long blond hair, and she is pale and has blue eyes. Her dress she was in when I got her is still white. There's just a little bit of dust on her but besides that she looks the same as when I lost her.
I don't remember getting her. I just remember she was always with me. I used to take her everywhere I went. Once when we went on vacation I took her and set her on the seat next to me and even buckled her up. Then when school started I would take her to. I had never named her when I was little. She was always just Dolly. Then when I first started school my best friend Donna, convinced me to name her. I called her Amber.
In first grade I went on a field trip. It was an overnight camping trip, and my dad said I would loose her if I took her. When I got back from camping I couldn't find her anywhere. I cried off and in for several days, until I finally got over it. I never knew where she went.
It's mind boggling that she's here in this garbage can, that I use everyday. My dad might've cleaned out his office today, but why didn't he give me it. I look at her some more. There's a big rip on her back. I pit my hand inside it. There's some paper in there. I pull it out. On the top of it says "Cont...". I unfold it to find a paragraph of writing.
So, Karlie. You now know everything. You know what to do when you turn 18. You must follow the instructions from above. This is more important then you can possibly imagine. And as soon as you read this, you must find the map. Get it and destroy it. It will only lead to more destruction. Only you can decode the map because you would've read the entire letter. This is the code for what J mentioned earlier: Some people fall into peril, but others jump. Good lick my sweet girl. Remember your father is a bad man. Find the others.-Sincerely,
Your motherI read it over and over again. My mother. She left me this message, and whoever had the doll has the first paper, but not the second. They can't decode the map, but they have what I need to read. What does it mean by "find the others"? And my mother wrote this.
I don't know what to do. I take the paper and shove it in my shirt. Then I take Amber, and shove her back into the trash can. I start to pile the food onto the doll. My dad can't ever know I read this. I try to not think about the letter right now. I quickly finish the kitchen and turn off the lights.
What is the map? Where am I going to find it? My mom. She knew my father was bad. I always thought they loved each other. I never would've known. I remember my dad always talking good of her.
As I walk upstairs I think about the timing of everything. After I met Jack it seems like everything has turned upside down. Is it for the best or is it just making my life harder?
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Untold Truth
أدب المراهقينKarlie O'Conell has always hated her father. She has never understood why he didn't just throw her away. Karlie might just take the first step to unraveling the mystery that evolves around her life after a stranger drops an accidental clue. It seems...