The typewriter

Chapter one

I finished opening my last present. "Thank you so much Delilah for my birthstone!" I said. "Your welcome" I say bye after the sleepover and come watch some Its always sunny in Philadelphia. The phone rings and I pick it up. No one is on the other line. There is a knock at the door and I quickly turned around. I found a box on the steps. "Well, good things come in small packages." I tear it open and find a typewriter. To the side there is a card. I read out the card out and it just says Happy Birthday Sy. Then i started to wonder. " The only person that called my Sy was my bestfriend,Candace, until she died in rehersals for Nationals." I say to my self. In 7th grade, we were in gymnastics practicing for the Nationals. Candace  was up on the uneven bars and was going to do her giant, then her full twist. I came from the vault, and  went to get some water. Janet, my other friend, was on the high beams when it all happened. I sat on a chair and i saw Janet. She was practicing her back handspring on the beam. The fan above her dropped a nail on the beam and she stepped on it screaming and fell into the chalk for the bars. Chalk was used for bars to grip on tightly. Candace got distracted and fell to her death in a very weird angle. I typed the word S to write Sienna, but i felt a tugging force, like a black hole or something......