Secrets of ValleyPoint

It was a breezy day in mid November. I was taking a stroll through the park. Leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows crunched under my boots. The chilly Autumn wind blowing against my face, my hair wisping through the air. My fingers pale and cold, though slightly warm from the cup of hot chocolate in my hands. The sun was out and the sky blue. You could smell the snow in the air, winter just around the corner. The park deserted like it had been for years, since poor Lucy Crownover went missing. Who would take a poor little girl, everyone wondered. I made it to the other end of the park just hitting the intersection between Sherrip Lane and Lotus Avenue. Along this street were few buildings. Their was the Pheasant Rose B&B ran by old lady Willow, Mr. Gilmore and the Sunny Cross Newspaper stand, the old Sanrico gas station owned by Greg Tomason, and the pawnshop where my oldest and dearest friend Rosetta Sionne was working. You see ValleyPoint was a small simple country town where everyone knew everyone.