Stolen Past

chapter one:

Chapter one:

The beginning

            The light shone brightly over the horizon, making the sky appear a pinkish against the clouds. Making my way to the car parked at the end of the street, as I passed the endless sea of concrete stones. The flowers that lay freshly put looked vivid and full of color to ones that been decade. The flowers left a bittersweet atmosphere to the graveyard. Pressing my fingers to my lips and back to the stone, slowly the tears coming from my eyes fell upon the lonely canvases. I said my small “I miss you”, and walked away since there wasn’t much you could say in a place like this. As I made it to the old jeep, those words replayed in my mind. Today January 13, 2011 was the anniversary of my mother’s death, only a year ago. I have been living with my grandmother ever since, my mother died of a fire in our old house. That day I was out, when I came home mom was gone.

            I made my way down the familiar street to the two storied house of my dearest grandmothers. I walked up the steps and turned the knob to the unlocked door. As I entered, the aroma of spaghetti sauce and onions hit me. Making my way into the kitchen, I saw grandma cooking while listing to the radio. I couldn’t help the smile that over took my face at the scene before me of her dancing. Grandma a 58 year old woman, with the strength of a bull, but the heart of an angel. Grandma’s name was Amelia Dwayne; she had honey blond hair with gray streaks appearing just at the roots. Her small frame of 5’2, and pale skin mixed with those beautiful sky blue eyes, making unbelievable young looking for her age.. “Hey gran”, I said smiling; “I see you got your grove on.”

“Sky, only cause I’m 50 doesn’t mean I can’t get down, like you kids say today”, Amelia said jokily. Sky was grandma’s nickname for me; my full name was Skylar Nicole Hanson, named after my mother Nicole Hanson.

“Yup gran, you still can get down”, I joked as I made my way to the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“Sky, could you do me a big favor?” grandma asked, “Take this casserole up to the new neighbors next door.”

“Sure gran, no problem”, I said and took the warm rectangular tin and walked out the door. As I made my way to the blue house next door I noticed how the new neighbors had already started working on constructing the broken windows and repainting the house. Walking up the steps to the brown wooden door i rang the doorbell. I waited for a few seconds till the door opened to reveal a boy not older than 17, with blond hair that fell in waves to his sky blue eyes. Towering over my 5’4 frame with his 6 foot tallness it wasn’t hard to notice his features closely. His skin was a light tan that made the colors of his hair and eyes really stand out.

“Hi, my grandmother asked me to bring you here this casserole to welcome you to the neighborhood.” I said a little nerves at the boy’s appearance, “I’m Skylar” I introduced myself, extending my hand as best I could while holding the tin.

“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Dylan,” he smiled at me showing a range of white teeth. A small girl with blond hair came, running towards Dylan.

“Whose at thee door dileen”, she asked through munches of her chocolate chip cookie, she couldn’t be more than four years old.

“Isabelle, this is Skylar our neighbor”, Dylan said with a smile, Isabelle smiled and waved at me. I waved back and decided it was time to go home.

“Well it was nice to meet you, and I should get going”, I considered. I said my goodbyes and walked back to grans house. When I walked in grandma was done cooking the spaghetti and was placing the table.

“How where the neighbors?” she asked concerned, setting down the two glass cups next to the white round plates.

“Great, they seem like really nice people”, I answered sincerely. I sat down across from grandma as she served the food onto my plate. We ate our meal like we always have, with a prayer before we eat. I ate the great tasting meal and talked and laughed with gran. Once I was done I washed the dishes (since it was my night for the dishes) while gran sat at the couch watching her daily soup operas’. I finished and made my way up to my room. My room was once my mother’s when she was younger, it holded the same plain shade of white walls with the closet and bathroom painted in light green shade. I took a small shower and got ready for bed before I did my homework. I walked out of the bathroom with my robe and shorts on. I digged around my drawers for my matching purple shirt, which went with my pajamas shorts. I turned facing my window when I found it and noticed Dylan walking about his room.

            Dylan noticed me at my window, automatically stopping to give one of his smiles and then he waved. I waved back with a smile and closed my curtains. I turned, putting on my shirt and heading towards my mirror. I pulled up my dark hair into a sleek ponytail, and sat in the small chair near my desk. I was looking at myself in the mirror wondering how people could ever say I looked like my mother, when I had dark brown hair instead of her honey blond. My Emerald eyes resembling nothing to her blue ones.

 All of a sudden I noticed my windows curtains were opened, I gasped and turned around. I swore I closed those curtains; I walked quickly to it and closed them again.

“That was weird”, I murmured to myself. I did my homework and climbed into my bed. Pulling the warm floral blanket over me, I turned off the lights and looked up at my ceiling where I looked at the glow in the dark stars that were glued up there. I slowly feel asleep and I had no idea that the dream that i dreamed that night was going to change my life for a long time.