Chapter One: The Past That I Remember

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I looked down at my mother's still, cold, and lifeless body. The tears that should have running down my face only stayed inside - for once. My mother is - was, beautiful. She had long, flowing medium blond hair and sweet brown eyes. But, right then, she looks different. To me it was like staring at my own reflection. My hair, my eyes, my whole face was almost an exact replica of hers, but on the other side of the mirror not only my mom but I looked so dead. I looked to my father crying in his mother's arms. I turned away and pushed the heavy black doors open. I marched into the Autumn air, heading straight for the park nearby.

I kicked the park bench in fury. I turned and sat, trying to calm myself down. I could sense the judging eyes of the people nearby. I propped my forehead on my arms with my elbows rested on my knees. The bubbling anger always subsided. It was better when my mom was around, but she's dead. I kicked the the garbage can next to me. Why did that car hit her? Why her of all people? This was when the tears came. Torrents of it - running down my face. Embarrassed, I tried to hide the fact that I was crying. I quickly got up and hurried down the road, unsure where I was going because of the tears that blurred my vision. Soon, the tears stopped coming and I wiped my eyes dry, seeing that I was on the beach. It was so peaceful because there was no one present. I kicked off my black flats, walked to the shoreline and splashed around a bit, trying not to think about my mother's death. Then I went to a dry spot, flopped down, and drifted to a deep sleep....

The next time I woke up, I heard my father yelling for me.

"Anna! Anna, where are you???" he called. There was panic in his voice. I sat up from where I was.

"Hey, Dad! What's up?" I asked, smiling and waving. He rushed over.

"Anna! Are you insane? What are you doing at the beach?" he asked.

"Well, you know. It's.... cool out here," I lamely replied. Father sighed. 

"Let's head back home now, okay?" he said. I nodded. With that we trudged home in silence and mourn.

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