Counting Stars

Chapter one:

Life is to short to be able to give up on hope, to give up on love, and to give up on life itself. You don't even notice until what you have is gone and has disappeared. You may have what you want at the time you know they are there but you take advantage of not knowing that in an instant, in a thought, or in a moment that it can be gone. I have lost everything and now I cherish everything that I have. I know that I am stubborn and I know that I need to lose sometimes but its hard. My parents don't know how life for me at high school is at the moment. They think I am sad that we're moving, but im the complete opposite I am happy to leave the people I've known my whole life. Like I said I have lost everything I need to start new and fresh, and moving gives me the perfect opportunity. I will no longer be bullied on the old decisions that i've made I may even be given the chance to have friends who actually care and won't use me for the money I have. I want to be excepted for myself for being me, and thats what I plan on doing. Only I didn't know that this move was going to contain all the secrets that it beholds. I'm appalled and taken aback that my parents could hold back so many secrets since I was a little girl. Some of the things that I thought were lost aren't, and are here and living. But i'm strong now more then ever and now I know not to hold back from living in the shadows of secrets I'm going out and living I don't plan on losing any more of what I have. No not at all.

"Quinn dear wake up! We're here we finally are here!" my mother Annastasia shouted threw the front of our car. I could just feel her happiness and excitement threw closed my lids and even feel the car move up and down as she jumped anxiously to get out of the moving vehicle.

 Groggily I opened my eyes and looked out the car window there before my eyes was a cottage looking house it wasn't too small but it wasn't too big it had that nice home feel to it. It was beautiful it looked as if it were an old home from the eighteenth century of Europe. What made me love the house more is that it fit in with the environment of the forest behind the house and had beautiful architecture. I smiled with content it was beautiful I couldn't wait to see what the inside held.

 Looking at my smiling parents they looked at me with many different emotions in their eyes. I smiled just looking you good see how handsome they both were. My mother showing off her long brown golden brown curly locks, perfect straight nose, hazel eyes and pale skin. My father Atticus was pale as well but he had dark brown hair with pale jade green eyes, strong nose, and big warm smile.

Between the both of them I have my mothers golden hair but straight like my fathers and somehow I got dark green eyes that can change color with whatever my emotion is, I inherited their pale skin, and my height is average, for which I'm thankful for, not too short but not too tall either.

I got out of the car and headed towards the front door I opened them and saw the a nice sized stair case and to the left a living room and to the left of the stair case a hallway that led you deeper into the home while the far left had another living room area. The floor was a nice dark cheery would with a glossy appearance. Exploring more I found the kitchen downstairs, a nice bathroom, the backyard which was endless because of the forest, and upstairs there was four rooms one which was a mini library, and the others were of course the bedrooms.

 As for my room it was a nice size with a queen bed, a bathroom and a closet. When I finished checking the house i went to the backyard and walked to the edge of the forest. I admired the beautiful greens that surrounded me and the dark brown of the wet dirt. I walked in a little deeper and followed the trail. As I walked in further I noticed to the right of me there was a door on the floor, those when were if there were a tornado you'd hide inside the basement for protection. Looking around me I walked to the door.

"Okay Quinn lets see what's inside." I spoke to myself to encourage myself to check it out. Once it was open I walked down the stone stairs, bringing out my phone I turned on the flashlight, pointing the light onto the walls I gasped. The walls had stones falling there was dust and no lights there were old candles with pillars the room itself was huge in the corner I could see a mahogany desk with a book open the page were old and dusty to the side there was a quill and ink a journal letters and lastly a picture. Walking around the desk I looked at the picture it held a family it showed a little girl, two boys one looked at the age of six, the other the age of seventeen, with the mother and father. The father looked happy while the mother held an evil secret glint in her eyes as well as the youngest brother. It wasn't a photo either it was drawn you could feel were the artist pressed hard in certain areas. Setting the picture down I decided that I've been here long enough and I left to find my parents.