Lost and Found

Chapter 1

  I woke up and checked the clock . 7:30 am. It was time to get up so I could get ready for school. As I was getting up I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Thinking I was just being paranoid I went in the shower and tried to ignore it .

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   When I walked downstairs I was greeted by my mother and my father.

     "Good morning Rosie," my mother said as she handed me a plate of bacon and eggs, "Happy 17th birthday," she smiled at me. I smiled back,  happy that she'd remembered.

       "So here are the rules for your party tonight," my father said settig down his newspaper, "No drinking, no loud music because of the neighbors, no drugs  and no boys upstairs."

        "Dad come on its a party, Im not a little kid anymore," I said as I finished my food and walked to put my plate in the sink.

          "We know your not and thats why we have these rules," my mother told me while handing me my bookbag. I rolled my eyes. "Hey! Respect or you won't even have this party!"

            "Omigod! You guys are so annoying. Why don't you guys just leave me alone and stop being so overprotective! " I stomped out the door, climbing into my new car and driving to school.

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    School had been great. Everyone had remembered my birthday and I didn't have much work to do. As I pulled into the driveway of my house I noticed that my parents cars were still there. Weird, they should be at work by now.  Then I noticed that the door was wide open.  The feeling I'd that morning was back, and it was ten times stronger.

    "Mom?" I called, my voice echoing through the house. There was no reply. I peeked into the kitchen, but no one was there. I walked slowly into the living room and thats where I found them, my parents.

     There was blood everywhere. It was splattered all throughout the room. I stood there, in shock and terror. My eyes ttraveled around the room until they were staring at the left corner.  My parents were lying there, lifeless. Their dull eyes staring up at the ceiling. They must have been stabbed multiple times, because as my eyes went further down their bodies, I seen so many wounds and so much blood. I couldn't find my voice, couldn't move. But as I looked around the room once more, with all the blood and my parents just lying there I found it. I shrieked.