• “All of your memories are gone, so don’t worry about it anymore. I think you’ll like this town.” Her mother told her. But she didn’t believe it. She looked outside her window. The trees were beautiful shades of red and gold. They stretched up to touch the tip of the blue scraped sky. The surprisingly tall grass swayed back and forth as the wind danced around it. It would be nice here, but living in a house is never the issue.

    “Now class, you always have been fairly good, but today is special.” The teacher told her class. But the class wasn’t even listening. He looked outside of the window. It never had been so windy before. He watched as the cars rushed down the highway near their school. The mismatched clutter of wheels was always oh so boring. But one of the cars stood out as it turned into the school parking lot. No one can be this late to school…

    Chapter 1: Danny
    “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” – unknown.


    “You’re beautiful on the outside, in the head, and most importantly… beautiful on the inside.” Her mother smiled and poked her nose. She rolled her eyes.

    “You always tell me that when I’m nervous, mom.” She sighed.

    “But it’s true,” her mother responded. “Now go in there and show them what you got.”

    She looked up at the towering school. It looked like it had to be packed since it was so big. She imagined that if she went in, it just might explode. Then I wouldn’t have to be the new kid. I would instantly be popular for getting everyone out of school, She thought. The doors looked old and had paint peeling from the corners. On the right side of the doors, there was a note worn out by rain and wind. It read, “Please knock on door hard and wait for someone to open it”. She knocked on it and waited. And waited. And waited.

    She was about to knock again but the door flung open with a jerk of force. An obese lady appeared panting and fumbling with her one hand free to put her lavender purple glasses hanging around her neck back on. She had her hair up in a messy bun with ruby red lipstick on. Her dress was also purple and hung well below her knees that her heels almost touched the edge of it.

    “I’m sorry, I was on a phone call and the wire got caught up around my shoes.” The lady politely apologized. She nodded and replied with, “Oh that’s alright, I won’t be late or anything.”

    I wish I would be, just so I can blend in.


    She sighed, begging the Lord to give her courage. She wanted go back. Why did that thing have to happen back before she moved? Don’t think about it, the voice inside of her told her. This was no time to for tears. To hold back a weep, she held her backpack close to her and gripped her hands as hard as she could to her straps. Happy thoughts were forced into her brain: The day when she went swimming with her friends back home, the time she found a firefly and trapped it in her favorite jar, the day she had her birthday party and her---

    Don’t think about it.


    Her room was 110, she remembered. 107, 108,109… Room 110 stood before her. The numbers were brightly printed in yellow on the window part. It seemed like hours were passing by as she was reaching for the doorknob, but really it was just seconds.

    “Get a hold of yourself,” she told herself out loud. “Just get in there and do it!” and she swung the door open, making a loud bang when it hit the wall. Oh no…

    “Oh there she is. Class, this is the new student.” The teacher told the class in front of her.
    “Everyone say hi to…”
    Here we go…
    “Danielle.”