Chapter 1

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Vi
Hi my name is Vita.I'm 14 years old.I live in a small town by the name of Brooksville. I'm not a normal girl per say.On paper yes i am normal.Sometimes you have to look at the real world straight forward.I'm weird because of my name and my interests. My name is Italian for life.My mother wanted me to seize it and not waste it like she did. My life changed on July 31,2018 when Hurricane Arlene struck.That hurricane destroyed half my town and my mother's favorite vase.It was a normal day months after. The town had managed to clean up everything accept Mrs.Wilson's house down the road.I walked towards the school listening to Another One Bites the Dust by Queen.I was carrying "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" in my arms,the sky was a cloudy grey even with the sun flowing through in little rays.As I approached the side entrance to the school i took out my headphones and stepped into Mrs.Brooks' room.It was going to be a long day.

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After school I had volunteered to help clean Mrs.Wilson's home.It had rained earlier so the long winding dirt road I had to walk down was damp.After a short 3 minute walk I had arrived at Mrs.Wilson's nearly demolished house.Her home was the worst building in the city. Most of it was destroyed.Mrs.Wilson herself had been on vacation in Europe ,when she came back to her home she was quite upset.

At the moment she stays in the Motel on the outskirts of town.Our town had just started on her house because it was the farthest out.We had to salvage everything from the inside first which is what we were doing now.One person who was helping was my only friend Sam. Sam had blonde hair with these striking brown eyes he was basically my twin brother. While i was helping salvage things i found a necklace.It was the same one Mrs.Wilson had let me borrow for the school dance. The necklace  had a silver chain with a blue gemstone in the center.Mrs.Wilson has a large collection of jewelry all of it had to be delivered to her by the person who found it.I went home and got my bike and rode to the motel where she is staying .

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