sorry I haven't updated in a while, hope this will make up for it
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August 1, 1980
“Jonah? What are you doing?” Amanda asked her best friend. They were on our annual vacation to Marble Lake. Presently, they were in the middle of the lake on what had started out as an innocent boat trip.
“Jonah, seriously. Stop it! You’re scaring me now!” She reprimanded. He continued to stare at her with what can only describe as a predatory look in his eyes. He looked like a lion prepared to pounce and she was his unlucky prey. Suddenly, as if turned on by a light switch, he forced himself on her. She shrieked as loudly as possible, but what we normally liked about the lake was that it was pretty much isolated from all civilization. Trees and wildlife were the only things that would hear her cry for help.
Her scream was cut off unintentionally by Jonah’s hands. As he attacked her more ferociously, his hands grabbed her neck too tightly to the point where she couldn’t breathe. Jonah continued with his business, not realising her current lack of air. Her vision started to blur and her chest started to ache. She began to fear for her life.
‘This couldn’t be Jonah,’was the only thought that passed through her head.
As Amanda’s life slowly faded from her body, she realised that the unthinkable had happened. she hated her best friend. Jonah; who had grown up with her, and had helped her ride a bike and walked her to school every day, had betrayed her. She truly hated him for it.
Those were the last thoughts that passed through Amanda Burtrain’s mind before she fell victim to her best friend. Jonah, scared by what he had done, dumped her body into the lake, and returned to the small fisherman’s village.
"Where is my daughter?" George Burtrain asked frantically the moment Jonah stepped out of the boat. It was obvious to Jonah that Mr. Burtrain was anxious. He wrung his hands so fiercely together that they turned into a clammy red mess. His usually wise eyes were wild and flitting around for the first time in many years. A trickle of sweat gathered underneath his faded green striped fisherman's hat. It slowly ran down his face until it settled in his bushy salt and pepper beard. His forehead wrinkled over the pre existing wrinkles making it look like a raisin.
"Sir, I hate to tell you this, but Amanda fell overboard and drowned. I tried to save her but it couldn't be helped. I'm very sorry," Jonah informed Amanda's father solemnly. The whole time that Jonah was talking to the older man, his eyes were aimed towards his shoes. To Mr. Burtrain, it looked like a sign of respect. To Jonah, however, it was to keep his guilt from building up while lying to a grieving man.
Two days later, Jonah drove back to his hometown, unable to get out of Marble Lake Town quick enough. George Burtrain stayed in the town to helped to build a memorial to his daughter and to remain closer to her memory. Soon, unfortunately, people forgot about Amanda and George became known as the old crazy fisherman. Life around Marble Lake continued as usual.
August 1, 2000
“Disgusting,” was one word to that came to mind as I stepped into the town of Marble Lake. Other than the lake it was named for, the town was covered in a layer of grime so thick that it seemed to have even spread into the woodwork. The formerly smooth cobblestones that lined the streets were now covered in gritty dirt and squishy mud. I could hear the dock creak and groan as if it couldn’t hold its own weight. Silky hairlike fog cascaded over the town and the lake, obscuring its sapphire blue color. Even the trees were a disgusting, moss green color. I could hear people inaudibly mumbling as he passed. In fact, the only comforting sounds that could be heard were birds softly chirping out on the lake.
