Chapter One
I certainly did not expect it to happen this way. I saw my own Rosie cheeked little sister
on the ground. The only person with me was my best friend Carla. Carla new Zara very
well (Zara's my little sister). Carla and I were babysitting Zara. All we did was walk
upstairs. We then herd a scream, the scream was from Zara. We ran down stairs to see
Zara. Zara usually wore her golden blond hair in a French braid and a ribbon, that
always matched a dress she wore. She had sparkling blue eyes that were always filled
with joy, but not now. Zara was an amazing singer, dancer, and got amazing grades.
She was technically perfect. Carla had strait brown hair with hazel eyes complemented
with pink glasses. She usually wore a tee shirt and jeans. Carla was one of those smart
people that everyone secretly wished they were. I on the other hand have long blond
hair and blue eyes. I guess you could say I was a good dancer, but I wouldn't believe
you. I personally have no life. ,I don't know what my parents are doing nether do I care.
The only thing I care about is Zara, whom might be gone.
