Prologue

Diana dropped her bags in the corner and instantly begun moving stuff around. What was her aunt thinking? The bed was in the middle of the room, the bookshelf covering but the two small windows, and the desk was backwards. Was this intended? Diana was really hoping not, it was just wacky.

She opened up the first box set in the corner. She pulled out a small mirror and hung it around an almost pin-sized hook in the wall. Looking into it, she had been a wreck the last few weeks. Her eyes slighty black from no sleep, her face dull - a small pointy nose and feckles running around its curved bridge, her blue eyes weren't glowing, and her brown bangs were clipped up. It really hadn't been in easy week for Diana, for many reasons. For one thing, she now had to move into her aunt, leaving the house she had grown up in, the and school she loved so much behind. She stuck her hand back into the box and pulled out pictures of her friends and family, all in small white and white frames. One by one she alined them on the bookself top, and reaching in again she pulled out a small chain bracelet, with a tiny silver heart hanging off of it. How did this get in here? Was it her aunt's, her mom's? It certainly wasn't her's. Diana decided it was nothing, maybe it just fell in, maybe it was old and she had forgotten about it over the years. But looking at it, it looked brand new. Again deciding it was nothing, she stuffed it in her pocket and walked downstairs to her aunt.

"Aunt Sally?" Diana said walking around looking for her aunt. This house was huge, two floors plus the basement, and each floor equaling about ten of her old house. Diana sighed and sat on one of the white steps, rather soft due to the fact it was carpet. After a few minutes her aunt walked to the steps from the kitchen. Diana jumped to her feet and looked at her. "What was with all the furniture?"

"Oh, that." her Aunt Sally said blinking her small green eyes. Her hair was pin-straight dirty blonde and she was rather tall, and very young-looking for her age of fourty-seven. "I just threw them in here, figuring you'd arrange them how you'd like. Why, do you need help?" she asked. Diana shook her head.

"I got, thanks." she sighed, walking up the stairs again back into her room. The white bed now sat in the right corner by the windows, and the bookshelf in the left corner. The walls were pink and the carpet also white. The desk sat in the middle of the other side of the room, closest to the door. Something wasn't right here, Diana could feel it in her gut. She paced slowly and carefully around the room. There was nothing under the bed, nothing on the bookshelf, nothing in the drawers of the desk, but there was something on the desk. Diana stuffed her hands into her pockets. Nothing. She ran to the desk and there it sat, that little bracelet from before, all neat and perfect as before. Diana rubbed her eyes, she was imagining this right? But no, it was still there when she looked again. Staring at it for awhile, it was a sudden knock-off-guard when she saw her parents - for even a second.