• It's ten in the morning on September 8, 1995, and Hannah had just woken up. Hurried footsteps filled the hallways of her apartment building, just as every morning, but she felt that something was wrong. She got dressed and looked for her mom. "Mom! Where are you?" There was no answer. She looked in her moms bedroom, but when she opened the door the bedroom was gone, and so where all of the rooms above and below it. People where gathered on the streets below, fear in their eyes. Hannah ran to the hallway, and saw men with guns. She slammed the door to apartment 317 (her apartment) And ran as fast as she could, and heard the pounding of a few guys running after her. She refused to look back, atleast not then. Hannah reached the stairs, and tripped. She rolled down the first to flights of styairs then got back on her feet and ran even faster this time. She wasnt going to give up. The men got tired and started shooting at her. She screamed at the top of her liungs, but the screams were drounded out by the firing of the guns. A sharp pain filled her shoulder, and her shirt started to turn red. Hannah stumbled and fell to the ground dead

    10 YEARS LATER
    "Hey mom, I'm kinda nervous about moving in here." "Its gonna be fine Chrissy. dont worry." "Ok." Chrissy had just moved into apartment 317. They went to the office and got the keys for theyre room. "Good morning ma'am. Were here to pick up the keys to our apartment," Chrissy's mom sounded kinda impatient. "Ok, what apartment?" "317." "Ok, here you go." They walked up to their apartment, admiring the fresh purple paint on the walls. Chrissy didn't like it though. She wasn't what you would call the normal 9 year old. She always wore black, and carried around a shredded teddy bear. She didnt have any friends, so she amused herself by picking paint off of things, then repainting them in her nailpolishes. She went into her room, and took down the yellowed posters, and eptied the drawers of dusty clothes, then put her stuff in them. Chrissy noticed a bookshelf in a dark corner and looked at the books. She pulled out a black book with a stem sticking out of it. She opened the book and saw writing in it. It was a diary. She put down the dairy and started cleaning her room and putting in new lightbulbs. She changed the sheets, blankets, and pillows on the bed then threw the old ones away. Chrissy grabbed the diary, sat down on the bed and started to read it.

    2 HOURS LATER
    Chrissy sat on her bed astonished. The previous owner of the diary was named Hannah. Her birthday was the same as Chrissy's, November 9th. She was born in 1986. Her mom was a druggie, and had owed money to the mafia. Her last entry date was September 7, 1995. That date rang a bell. Chrissy ran to the kitchen where her mom was making dinner. "Mom you'll never beleive what happened!" "What?" "I found a diary written exactly ten years ago! Look!" Her mom opened the diary and read the last page. "Your right. September 7 is today. Isnt that interesting!" "Yea... Hey can I go on the computer real quick?" "Its not set up right now, but if you set it up you can." "Thanks." She set up the computer, then got on the internet. She went on google and looked up the date September 8, 1995. There was a newspaper article about how an apartment building caught on fire, and half of it burnt down. There was a list of survivors, and there was no one under the name of Hannah. Chrissy got off the computer and ran to her room. There was a girl crying on her bed. "Hey! get off my bed!" The girl looked up then vanished. "Chrissy!" "Yea Mom?" She said shakily, freaked out from what she had seen. "Dinners ready!" "Ok, I'm coming."

    I have no clue what comes after this and to keep you wondering you're going to have to wait until I finish my book. Sorry sad I hope you like it so far! smile