Nothing to fear but fear itself

Chapter 1 - Naomi

I'm your average 16 year old girl with a big mind. I love the beach and love to surf. I'm the kid you'll see who is carefree

and thinks life is rigged. My friend, aka, my only friend, thinks I should be open, try out for cheer, make more friends. I

usually reply with the same answer "I live the carefree life." My day goes like this, I wake up, go to school, go home, and

go to the beach. I'm not depressed, I don't have anxiety either, but maybe I'm a little sad.

I open my eyes and look over to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I turn it off and rub my eyes. I carefully tiptoe

across my messy room and into the bathroom. I brush my hair and throw it into a messy bun. A splash my face with

water, and put on a small amount of mascara and blush. I glance one last time in the mirror and head back to my room.

I pick out a plain white shirt, and light was skinny jeans. I put a navy blue bow in my messy bun and walk down stairs.

The kitchen is dark, and none of my family is awake. I sigh, my family is hardly around me and in my life anymore. I

pour the milk into my lucky charms, and devour the cereal quickly. The rest of my morning runs smoothly. I start my

walk to school. The path I take to school is actually kind of dangerous. I first stop by my friend Jenna's house, and we

walk the rest of the way. The only way is through the downtown area of small town Oak Ville. There has been five

murders in the last year, and the town is known to have a lot of gangs with weapons. We sprint, and jog through

downtown, trying to avoid any trouble. "Naomi, did you hear that?" Jenna exclaims with a troubled look. "Run." I say

and I start running through the pathway to school. I'm glad I have muscles from surfing. Jenna runs closely next to me

and we start to reach near school. We slow down once were out of downtown. "One day, we might be kidnapped you

know?" Says Jenna. "I'm carefree, I'm not worried." I say silently. "Carefree." I murmur.

School goes well, actually horrible, first teachers, second the cool kids, third the stuck up girls who think they are all

that. I decide to let my mom pick me up instead of walking home. I call her phone and ask if she can pick me and Jenna

up, instead of walking through downtown. She actually agrees and we wait on the front lawn of the school. "Soooo" i say

awkwardly. "Can I say something?" Asks Jenna. "Yeah." I reply waiting. "Why? Why are you not afraid? We live in one

of the craziest, dangerous towns there is. How do you do it?" She replies starting to stand up. I stand up after her and

reply "I think its from surfing, or I was born with it." I don't even know what to say. I could die any day, and hour, any

second, and I don't care. What if my time comes sooner than I expect? I close my eyes for a split second and open to a

horror.