Dedicated to :My friends and family who inspire me to become a writer later in my life.
As I write in my diary. "It's 1981.January 1, I just got finished from coming from a New years party." My mom walks into my room. I jump and little when I hear her come in. She says " Dinner will be ready soon.So make sure your brother eats dinner . I'm leaving soon." She leaves. I don't understand why she always has to leave so late .I continue writing soon my brother walks in. He yells "Why do your have my ball!!". I ask " What ball?". He points to a yellow and red ball in the middle of my room floor. It's the ball are father gave us before he went away. My brother is really attached to it . It's the only thing my brother has to remeber my father. I get up from my chair and pick up the ball. My brother snatches it from and runs out of my room. Sometimes I think my brother is to over attached to that ball. But as my mother says it's none of my business if I don't already know. I continue to write " I went to this party party and something very wierd happened. This girl I met Anna. I felt like I met her before. But I have never seen her a day in my Life". I close my book. I walk over to my bookshelf and put my diary with the rest of of my books. But foot his something under the bookshelf. It's a cracked photo frame. Inside of the photo frame is a picture of two little girls. I have never seen this before . I examine the picture. The little girl on the right looks like... wait.. that's me . But who is the other girl in in the picture. I stop and think to myself. But that is EASILY interrupted by my little brother. I leave the picture on my bed and go downstairs. I see a black figure in the dark kitchen . It's too big to be my brother ..... The dark figure looks at me. I can only see the eyes of the figure it comes at at me . I run as fast as I can up the step again. But as I'm panicking and running I miss a step step and fall. The figure grabs my foot and tries to pull me but but I hang onto the railing. I let one hand go of of the railing and hit the figure on the head. The person let's go. I run up up the steps into my mother's room. I find her pocket knife in her drawer. I hide in the closet. The figure comes into my mother's room . I look through a crack in the door.
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