PART 2:
Dear Diary,
Today is Sam's birthday. It has been 3 years since her disapperance and I still think about her every day. For the first year, I had nighmares about what happened to her. Somedays, it was nearly impossible to even force myself out of bed. The nighmares stopped once I kept telling myself that she was alive. I used to think that maybe she just got tired of everyday boring life and ran away to شامل میں the circus. One day, when the circus came to town, my parents took us to see it. Ithad clowns and elephants, and there was even a bearded lady! But Sam's پسندیدہ was سے طرف کی far, the acrobats. She used to walk across the thin branches of a weeping willow درخت that shaded our swingset and yell for the whole world to here, "Samantha Basilio, best acrobat the world has ever seen!" and then سوئنگ, جھول to the ground, landing lightly on her feet. I would clap and clap and clap until my hands stung and she took a bow. She truly was my best friend. Today, I would visit her house, which was now, abandoned. I hadn't been there since her parents moved away. The Basilio's couldn't stand to live in that house and wakeup everyday to her empty bedroom. So they left all her stuff in her room, and moved out of state. I had an even tougher time dealing with everything once they were gone. It seemed like she never existed. The only way I could convince myself that she had, was سے طرف کی going to the weeping willow where she'd carved
'Hazel + Sam = Best دوستوں Forever'
But I never stayed long enough to stop and سوئنگ, جھول on our swingset. It seemed empty without Sam. She was the دل of the place. And everytime I went there, id trace the little carving in the درخت and whisper to myself, "Where are آپ now?"
I closed my diary and threw it in the passenger نشست of my father's car. I took a deep breath and turned the key in the ignition. It roared to life beneath me and I took off down the narrow road. The old Basilio place was only a 15 منٹ drive from my new house. I sighed. I didn't really know what I expected to see when I got there, but I wanted to go to the place where she lived and see if it was the same. As I curved onto میپل st, I rolled down the window. It was just exactly how I remembered it. The trees were all taller than they should be. Every house held a friendly being, unlike my new neighbors. The گھاس was a dry looking brown, due to the fact it was fall, but it still smelled the same. Birds sang and children played in their front yards, unaware of how cruel the world really is. I passed my old house, which had a new family living in it and no longer held the "welcome to the brown household" rug on the porch. I slowed down, seeing Sam's house getting closer. Holding my breath, I turned into the gravel driveway. It was longer than most and ended abruptly. I left the car running and stepped out to see the familiar house stretch out in front of me. It was like a big log کیبن with a modern touch. I wiped a tear from my cheek and marched to the door. I turned the knob slowly, it was unlocked. Inside, was very very empty. I walked around the living room, noting where everything should be. A ماؤس scurried past, scaring the holy bejeesus out of me. This house felt cold and wrong. It gave me the creeps. I stumbled down the hallway before I could talk myself out of leaving. I passed several rooms before I found the one I was looking for. At the very end of the hall, was the only closed door. In front of it were, now dead, flowers and a note. I picked it up, squinting at the old wrinkly paper.
"The sun will shine brightest through the windows of our babygirl Samantha's bedroom. She's always here in memory."
I put the note back down, wiping away another tear. Her parents must have left that before they moved. I opened the door to Sam's bedroom and stepped inside. I gasped at the far too familiar scenery. I almost expected her to walk through that door, smiling her wonderful smile and asking me why I was in her room. I wished she would. The only thing the room was missing, was her. I thought about all the days I slept over in this very room and found myself sobbing. I dropped to my knees and pounded my fists against the wooden floor. I heard something shatter and felt glass beneath my palms. I looked up through teary eyes to see that my shaking had knocked over a picture frame. I picked it up, taking the picture out of the frame. I clutched it to my heart. It was a picture Mrs. Basilio had taken of Sam and I sitting on our swingset. We were both laughing so hard that the picture was slightly blurry around our faces. But it wasn't soo blurry that I couldn't see Sam's freckled face and dimples. Her almond-shaped,bright green eyes stood out, gleaming in the sun. Her short, red hair was pulled into little pigtails. I smiled through my tears, remembering. All of a sudden, wind whipped through the slightly open window and blew the picture out of my hand. It landed, face-down on the floor in front of me. Now that I looked, there seemed to be some writing on the back. I picked it back up and tried to read Sam's horrible handwriting. I gasped, nearly choking myself. Written plain and simple was:
I'm alive, Come find me.
***TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3***
Dear Diary,
Today is Sam's birthday. It has been 3 years since her disapperance and I still think about her every day. For the first year, I had nighmares about what happened to her. Somedays, it was nearly impossible to even force myself out of bed. The nighmares stopped once I kept telling myself that she was alive. I used to think that maybe she just got tired of everyday boring life and ran away to شامل میں the circus. One day, when the circus came to town, my parents took us to see it. Ithad clowns and elephants, and there was even a bearded lady! But Sam's پسندیدہ was سے طرف کی far, the acrobats. She used to walk across the thin branches of a weeping willow درخت that shaded our swingset and yell for the whole world to here, "Samantha Basilio, best acrobat the world has ever seen!" and then سوئنگ, جھول to the ground, landing lightly on her feet. I would clap and clap and clap until my hands stung and she took a bow. She truly was my best friend. Today, I would visit her house, which was now, abandoned. I hadn't been there since her parents moved away. The Basilio's couldn't stand to live in that house and wakeup everyday to her empty bedroom. So they left all her stuff in her room, and moved out of state. I had an even tougher time dealing with everything once they were gone. It seemed like she never existed. The only way I could convince myself that she had, was سے طرف کی going to the weeping willow where she'd carved
'Hazel + Sam = Best دوستوں Forever'
But I never stayed long enough to stop and سوئنگ, جھول on our swingset. It seemed empty without Sam. She was the دل of the place. And everytime I went there, id trace the little carving in the درخت and whisper to myself, "Where are آپ now?"
I closed my diary and threw it in the passenger نشست of my father's car. I took a deep breath and turned the key in the ignition. It roared to life beneath me and I took off down the narrow road. The old Basilio place was only a 15 منٹ drive from my new house. I sighed. I didn't really know what I expected to see when I got there, but I wanted to go to the place where she lived and see if it was the same. As I curved onto میپل st, I rolled down the window. It was just exactly how I remembered it. The trees were all taller than they should be. Every house held a friendly being, unlike my new neighbors. The گھاس was a dry looking brown, due to the fact it was fall, but it still smelled the same. Birds sang and children played in their front yards, unaware of how cruel the world really is. I passed my old house, which had a new family living in it and no longer held the "welcome to the brown household" rug on the porch. I slowed down, seeing Sam's house getting closer. Holding my breath, I turned into the gravel driveway. It was longer than most and ended abruptly. I left the car running and stepped out to see the familiar house stretch out in front of me. It was like a big log کیبن with a modern touch. I wiped a tear from my cheek and marched to the door. I turned the knob slowly, it was unlocked. Inside, was very very empty. I walked around the living room, noting where everything should be. A ماؤس scurried past, scaring the holy bejeesus out of me. This house felt cold and wrong. It gave me the creeps. I stumbled down the hallway before I could talk myself out of leaving. I passed several rooms before I found the one I was looking for. At the very end of the hall, was the only closed door. In front of it were, now dead, flowers and a note. I picked it up, squinting at the old wrinkly paper.
"The sun will shine brightest through the windows of our babygirl Samantha's bedroom. She's always here in memory."
I put the note back down, wiping away another tear. Her parents must have left that before they moved. I opened the door to Sam's bedroom and stepped inside. I gasped at the far too familiar scenery. I almost expected her to walk through that door, smiling her wonderful smile and asking me why I was in her room. I wished she would. The only thing the room was missing, was her. I thought about all the days I slept over in this very room and found myself sobbing. I dropped to my knees and pounded my fists against the wooden floor. I heard something shatter and felt glass beneath my palms. I looked up through teary eyes to see that my shaking had knocked over a picture frame. I picked it up, taking the picture out of the frame. I clutched it to my heart. It was a picture Mrs. Basilio had taken of Sam and I sitting on our swingset. We were both laughing so hard that the picture was slightly blurry around our faces. But it wasn't soo blurry that I couldn't see Sam's freckled face and dimples. Her almond-shaped,bright green eyes stood out, gleaming in the sun. Her short, red hair was pulled into little pigtails. I smiled through my tears, remembering. All of a sudden, wind whipped through the slightly open window and blew the picture out of my hand. It landed, face-down on the floor in front of me. Now that I looked, there seemed to be some writing on the back. I picked it back up and tried to read Sam's horrible handwriting. I gasped, nearly choking myself. Written plain and simple was:
I'm alive, Come find me.
***TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3***
