Chapter 1. A small box.

    This is for the past and future me. Yes me. Because it is important for me to know my future and remember my past. You see in just a matter of days i will forget everything that has happened but as my mother always said "Keep hope and everything will be ok." I can only hope that she speaks the truth.
   I never thought that a small, gold wooden box could change my whole life. And yes I'm happy that it did! My journey started and ended on my birthday. June 11th, the day i turned 14.
    Everything was going normal. I ate the tan mush of pancakes that my father made me. Everyone walks around in New York, so i thought I'd take a stroll through Kissena Park. I didn't have any friends so no birthday party or anything. Both of my grandparents are dead and my father is an only child. Therefor no one came to visit me or give me presents. But that's all right with me! I hate when people expect me to be all happy on my birthday. I mean why should i? More bad stuff has happened on my birthday than good.
    As i walked through the park i thought about what kind of present my father would give me. My mother gave me such extravagant gifts like long lace pink dress, or a glass doll from France. But since she left it's been up to my father to come with the gifts. Of coarse i would be fine if he didn't give a present at all. I only wish he wouldn't spend so much time thinking about it. He can spend weeks searching and saving for it. But when he can't fin the perfect gift he gives me something from my grandma, and let me tell you an 80 year old black funeral dress isn't my ideal birthday present. But i smile and say thank you because i think that its funny that my father takes so much interest in it as to keep it for 8 years. And its the thought that counts.
    I skipped some rocks in the Kissena Lake then when the sun changed from yellow to orange i slowly started to walk home. As i passed the baptist church I kicked a small pebble in front of me. Now i don't know if this was just luck but my pebble rolled into the gutter. I bent over to pick it up when a jagged rock the size of a shock put flew over me and hit the gate in front of the church. The gate exploded into a thousand little pieces and rock rolled in front of my feet.
    I turned around to see who threw it but all i saw was an old man reading a book. Now it could have been the adrenaline but i swore that old man poked his eyes out the top of that book and winked at me.
    I looked at the rock at my feet and bent over to pick it up. As i examined it i realized that it was not even a rock. It was a large piece of metal rolled into a misshaped ball, and it wasn't even heavy maybe one pound at the most. Now how can a metal, one pound ball cause a gate to explode?! I had no idea. And at the moment i really didn't care. All i was worried about is what the church was going to say. So i just dusted off the metal on my niky shoes and started my way home.

Jane's creative writing

                                                            MY CREATIVE WRITING.
      I have decided to make this blog because I truly love to write but know one to show it to. Every now and again I will give some advice on trying to get agents, publishers or writing skills. But mostly I will write my stories I come up with thought the week. I call this Jane's Creative Writing because ever since I was little girl my favorite name has been Jane Carter, so in all of my stories my main characters name is Jane Carter. As the names are the same in most (if not all) of my stories the personality's are different. Hope you like my stories!