Chapter 1~

"Susie! It's time for dinner!" my mother, Lydia Carson, yelled up the stairs. "Okay," I yelled back, "I'll be down in a second!" I was sitting in my room finishing up my foreign language homework. German isn't as easy as you think it is. I wrote my last answer and slammed my pen down on the desk. "Done." I breathed with relief. Leaning back in my plush, pink chair, I looked around aimlessly in my room. Each wall of my room was a different color. Except for one wall, which was white with Sarah McHugh-Carson: 1924-2007 written in sky-blue paint. She was my grandmother who died three years ago of a raging tumor in her left leg. It was known to be from cancer, which made it even worse. I looked at her name as tears welled up in my eyes.

"Susie! I told you it's time for dinner! What are you doing?" my mother yelled up the stairs again. I got up off the chair and opened my bedroom door. There I saw my mother standing at the foot of the stairs with her arms folded. I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, Mom. Just finishing up some homework." Mom shook her head with a smirk and walked back into the kitchen.

I made my way downstairs where I saw the rest of my family sitting there. My Dad, Andrew Carson; my little brother, Jason Carson; my older sister, Meghan Carson; and last, but not least, my grandfather, George Carson, were all sitting there waiting. I walked in and sat down at the table. "It's about time you came down! Don't you know we're all hungry? God, you're such a dumbass!" Meghan said angrily. Her words shot at me like bullets from a rifle. "Jesus Christ, why do you have to yell at your sister like that, Meghan? Just be glad she's here, okay?" said my grandfather. You could swear he was a pacifist. He hates it when my sister yells at me. We all said our prayer and ate.

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That night, I was lying on my bed and staring up at the ceiling. I was trying to get my schedule planned out for tomorrow, because it was going to be a busy day with school, dance practice, basketball practice, so on and so forth. Just then, I heard something come from the basement. At first, I thought nothing of it, until it happened again. I was curious, so I ventured for the basement. I ran down the stairs to the top of the basement stairs. As I looked down, I saw a golden light coming from the rooms below. I cautiously made my way down and peered around the corner to see what it was. There I saw a girl, no younger than thirteen, standing in the middle of the room and looking at me. She had dark hair, golden eyes, an pale skin. She wore a yellow and pink spotted sun-dress that looked so beautiful on her. Then I looked at her nervously as I asked, "Who are you?"

Author's Note

Chapter 1 of my book. Please enjoy!

Reviews

[Mara-J]

Hi B.T! Thank you so much, I'll be writing Chapter 5 soon. I'm glad you like it!

[Tomas]

Hey Mara its B.T! I love this story I've been reading it, its awsome!