"Whispering Leaves"

Name: Rose

Age: nine

Date of birth: 5-15-N/A

Date of disappearance: 3-25-N/A

   Rose was a sweet and generous girl that never wanted to hurt a living thing, but on March 25th, Rose was found missing from her home. Her parents say that they looked and called out to her from her own house to the woods, but she didn't come back. After about 5 weeks the parents had committed suicide in there own bedroom, The police believe that there "world was shattered" and ended there lives. The police also believed that the 9 year old had left a trail, but there was no trail to be found..." "Daddy told me this, and now I'm afraid of the forest, well just a little bit. Mommy said that this house was a good place for us and that there were trees and flowers in the yard see. Too see them worried about our safety was a complete success for the most part, but daddy told me not to go to the forest and that it's a bad place for there are monsters in that bad place.

   We had arrived in our house at it looked nice and it looked pretty. It had two floors with 2 bedrooms, 2.5 bathrooms, a shed, a fireplace and a playroom. Daddy and mommy said that it was safe to live in, in her old room there was a book, I love books and this was a diary of sorts it was written about her and her life before she disappeared, and all that was left was her book. Every night I wanted my daddy to read it to me before I sleep in my bed, I think it's to know about her and her life through eyes. It's been 4 years now and I am now 12 years old and if your reading my book then sit back and enjoy this true tale of my journey with a special friend of mine when I was at the age of eight years and how I started to find out what REALLY happened to her.

   Dear diary,

Today was unlike any other kind of day, the sun was out and the wind was calm and cool. I always wondered what Rose did during her child years, not that her book had any help, but she was a girl of many wonders, it even surprised me that she was able to write her own book, with the help of her parents of course. The sun was shining its light through the stained glass and looked like it had made a pattern when it shined on the floor. My father said that the plants needed watering, so I got a bucket and watered them, and I planted some new ones as well. But what was strange about this place was her book, I always wondered how it survived four years in this house anyway, cause it seamed in good condition considering the fact that some if the pages were missing, and some of the writing was I tiny bit smudged. But anyways, the house still looked perfect the way it is now, but it bothered me, because of her parents death in this house that's why. It scared me because what if it was my parents too? But, it probably will never come to that, well the sun is setting and it's still the beginning of summer vacation. I end today's day with a drawing of a rose sitting near a tree stump. Well I'll write more tomorrow, good night. -Sally