The Island

Part One

     When you live in a small town like Fog Lake, everybody knows everybody. That's why it's hard to find a best friend, let alone two, because you already know them. It's like ice cream flavors, you have all the usuals, such as vanilla and chocolate. Best friends are like those exciting flavors like cookies and cream, or my personal favorite, mint chocolate chip. But if you already know all the flavors it's hard to choose just one or two. And since I've known the people in this town my whole life, 14 years to be exact, it was hard for me to choose my best friends.
     I have known my best friends Emily, and Grace for 4 years. When I first met Emily she was tall and had blonde hair, honestly she was a human Barbie. She also always had a necklace engraved with her name. Everyone said her father gave it to her, a few months before he passed of heart failure. That's partly why I admire Emily, she's gone through a lot. However, she doesn't let that stop her from appearing happy.
     Then Grace was Emily's polar opposite. Grace had black hair, natural, not dyed, and she always wore jeans and a sweatshirt. She honest to god looked like she picked up random clothes and put together an outfit most days. Once, after I had known her a little better, she told me it was because she didn't care what people thought of her. She wanted to make the point across, that it doesn't matter if you wear makeup, or nice clothes, if you have a good heart, that shines brighter than a diamond bracelet.
When I think of myself I think of a girl with light brown hair and pale skin. I am always told that I am too quiet. Emily and Grace never told me that, that's why they're my best friends.                                                       It can be hard to find your best friends in a town like "Fog Lake." It's a very small town in Alaska, and right now it's the dead of winter so it's always dark.
"Lindsey, can you stop daydreaming and go down to the library and pick me up a cookbook?" My Grandma half-joked.
"Sorry, Grandma. Umm yeah sure what are you planning on making?" I asked slightly annoyed. "Just trying to remember how to make cabbage soup." She said frazzled.
"Okay, do you need anything else? If you need ingredients I can go to the convenience store."
"Oh dear, that's okay. I wouldn't want you out in the dark." She is clearly confused
"Grandma, it's always dark. It's been dark for about two months now." I reassure her, again.
"Oh yes, yes that's right. Oh well do be quick if it's already dark."
On my way to the cookbook section part of the library, I noticed a book called "Legends of Fog Lake." It was a strange looking book, with a very disturbing creature on the front. When I opened the book, the very first legend was about something called "The Grey." It was an old urban legend, that all started back in 1933. "The Grey" was this grey creature with huge eyes one as dark as night, the other pure white, and anyone who goes in the water gets there soul turned to the fog that surrounds the lake.
I ended up checking out a ​Marie Callender's ​cookbook, and the book about legends. I chose the ​Marie Callender's c​ ookbook because the lady on the cover was old like my grandma. The book about legends, I just checked out to show my friends.​ ​As I am walking home I see Emily and Grace in Emily's yard, so I invite them over.

When we get home I give the cookbook to my grandma, and I show the legend book to Emily and Grace, and I tell them about "The Grey."
"Oh my god, we have to go to the lake to see if it's true!" Emily says with excitement.
"Nah because I like my soul. If you know what I mean, I just don't wanna lose it." Grace states.
"I don't know if it's true or not but we might as well find out right?" I ask.
"Whatever, but if I can't go to that thing I had planned tomorrow I am gonna be very
angry." Grace stated almost nonchalantly.
"What thing?" Emily and I say in unison.
"Er, a feminism speech?" Grace questions herself.
"Pfht yeah right." Emily says.
"Whatever, you guys are right. I was gonna watch ​Mean Girls​."Grace admits.
"Okay so it's final we're going to the lake! We'll go down to the lake in an hour, but for now we research." Emily exclaims.
We researched the book to see if it was legit, and everyone's saying it is. They say it's legit because of how many fisherman's have disappeared in our town and that's the only thing that makes sense. Others say it's just people making up stories to deal with the loss of a loved one. I don't know who to believe but it doesn't seem possible that some creature has been living in our lake. And it's even harder to believe that the fog around it is souls.
As we walk down to the lake, which is only half a mile from our houses, I start to realize how much fog there really is. I can't help but wonder if the legend is true. I have to reassure myself it's not. I don't want Emily and Grace to think I'm a scaredy cat.