The Revealer

The Revealer- Chapter 1: The Book of Secrets

Chapter 1: The Book of Secrets

Cassidy Kenton thought for what must have been the millionth time, how much she hated Washington State. It was mid-summer, yet she could still see her breath on the window of the car. Not to mention the monsoon season-like rain.

She blew her long red hair out of her eyes and wondered why her grandmother had wanted her to come anyways. Cassidy had never even seen her grandma before. That was why she was here in the first place. Maybe it was because she was getting so old. She was almost eighty.

Cassidy's mother turned to see how she was doing. Looking at the expression of supreme boredom on her daughter's face, Mrs. Kenton attempted to cheer her up.

"Almost there," she said.

Cassidy grunted in response.

"That's what you've been saying for the past five hours," she thought.

She sighed, longing for her home in Miami. There, most of the time the temperature didn't go below sixty. Here, it hardly went above!

The old Arrowstar pulled into the driveway of a bright blue, Victorian style house, complete with large bay windows and amazing character. It was in a surprisingly modern neighborhood, in the University district of Seattle.

Her grandma came out to greet them. Like most grandmas', she was old, wrinkly, and looked more like a prune than a person. Her wispy white hair was cut boy-short. Perhaps the most interesting feature of Cassidy's grandma was her eyes that looked like they had seen too many of life's hardships.

Her face broke into a wide smile. "You must be Cassidy! Of course you are, you look too much like your mother to be anyone else," She said. This was true. More often than not, people assumed that they were twin sisters than mother and daughter.

"Um, hi Grandma," Cassidy said uncertainly.

Her grandmother laughed. Just the sound of it made her smile. "No need to be nervous dear! I'm just another old lady," She said.

Cassidy smiled, "No older than me!" she said teasingly.

All three of them laughed.

"Well, I can already see that we're going to have a great time," her grandma said.

Her grandma, who preferred to be called by her name, Mary-Anne, carried Cassidy's bags up to a guest room on the second floor.

"This is where you'll be staying for the next few weeks," Mary-Anne said.

Cassidy smiled when she saw her room. A twin bed sat to the right of the doorway. In front of it was a chest for all of her stuff. On the left side of the room, there was a vanity complete with a chair. The walls were painted blue-green.

Cassidy turned to Mary-Anne who was waiting expectantly, "I think I'll have a fantastic time here.

Over the next few days, rain continued to pound on the little house, at times falling so hard and fast that Cassidy thought someone was trying to recreate Noah's ark. Every morning, as soon as she awoke, Cassidy would go over to the little window next to the vanity. If it was raining, she would sigh heavily. On the other hand, if the day proved nice, Cassidy would beam and rush getting dressed, so she could go outside and enjoy this rare miracle of sun.

Whenever it was raining, Mary-Anne tried her best to distract Cassidy from the weather. They made cookies, watched movies, played games, and even wrote short stories to pass the time.

One day Mary-Anne sat next to Cassidy at the kitchen table with two sheets of paper and two pencils.

"What's that?" Cassidy asked, "New game?"