Nothing to fear but fear itself

Chapter 2 - this mess of mine

Jenna is on the ground. Dead. I look around to see a guy with a knife. I scream run. I trip over a rock and land on the ground. The man gets closer and closer and closer..... "NAOMI!" "WAKE UP." I open my eyes and I'm back on the lawn of the school. "What happened!" I ask. "The guy, you, dead!?" I look around scared. "You passed out, c'mon, your moms here let's go." She says. The ride home is silent. My hands look pale as a ghost. We drop Jenna off at her small, lonesome house and continue our drive home. I run to my room and shut the door. I get my bathing suit on and put my hair in a bun on top of my head, the usual. I run to the basement and grab my cream colored surf board. I quickly wax it, and head out the door and to the beach. I smell the fresh, salty air of the ocean breeze as I kick the sand below my feet. The waves were small today, and some good sized but the ocean was calmer than normal. I run out into the waves and paddle out into the ocean. I sit on my board with my legs dangling in the water. I brush my hand along the icy water and look at my blue reflection. I sigh and look up just in time to see the perfect wave. I get into position and ride the wave smoothly back to shore. The feeling of surfing, oh the feeling. I set my board down in the sand and sit down on the shore. I cover my frozen feet in the warm sand and clench my toes. I try to count the grains of sand in my hand, a traditional thing I do. I get up realizing it's almost dinner time. I pick up a pretty clam she'll on the way back, and hang on tight to it.

"I'm home!" I yell as I walk through the door. I smell chicken and pasta and run into the kitchen. My mom sets out our plates. I take one and walk to my room. I finish my English homework then start my algebra homework. I look out the old and slightly cracked window in my room and instantly get inspiration to draw. I take out my pencils and notebook and draw the cold town of oak Ville.

I wake up in the morning and instantly throw up. I decide to stay home and try to get better. My mom makes me got coco and pancakes. I slowly eat because of the stomach ache I have and then decide to take a nap. I close my eyes a disappear into a daydream. I'm in downtown. There are police cars everywhere, I see detectives, medics, and Jenna's crying parents. I run over to them and ask what's wrong. They point to the ground. To my left I see my best friends and only friends dead, bloody body. I scream and collapse to the ground.