Chapter 1, tears and fears...
"Hatti! Hatti! Hatti? Please don't leave us yet, you still have your whole life infront of you!"
I died that day 05/09/1927, I was only 15. It was dark I think, we were in a storm the most beautiful storm I had ever seen. We were on a family outing; well we were visiting family who lived in the country. We got caught in a flash flood. All I can remember is a wheel falling off the carridge, the horses being frightened by the lightening and the carridge being chucked on its side by the rushing waters. My Mother, Father and my younger brother escaped, but I guess not everyone has the best luck. I remember how panicked striken I was as the rushing waters took away my last breath and mellowed the baby blue colour of my dress.
Chapter 2, the awakening...
My hair felt wet but was light and waitless on my shoulders. My dress white and flustered, but sodden. I was too busy worrying and being frightened that I hadn't realised that the sorroundings were different to what I had fallen to sleep in. If I had fallen asleep that was. It was misterious, a house, but not one I had ever seen like. It was famillier but distant. I walked across the corridor , there were pictures on the wall. My this was strange these weren't any photos these were colour... magnifficent, I've never seen a colour photo before: well apart from drawings of cause. I continued walking, I saw what looked like a callendar, how peculliar this says the year is 2010... but how? It must be a misstake the year is 1927. I heard a noise. Someone talking. "Hello?" I called out. "Is anyone there?" I questioned. The talking continued, it got louder as I walked on. I came to a door wide open....
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