DM-Emma+C


 * Heeey, my name is Emma (:

Grade:8 Best Holiday: Christmas ** ** Siblings: An annoying little borther named Ben (: **
 * Birth Month: Feburary **
 * Career Goals: Kinesiologist **
 * Favorite Band(s): Singer- Carrie Underwood & Taylor Swift **
 * Favorite Food: Watermelon **
 * Favorite Munchies: Popcorn **
 * Favorite soft drink: Orange Juice(: **
 * Favorite Subject: Gym **
 * Pet Peeve: When my socks get wet (: **
 * Pets: 1 doggie, 2 cats (: **

The Cottage Becca Macaulay is a regular teenage girl. Her life is typical, boys, friends, school, clothes, and more boys. Becca attends a high end private school located in downtown New York. She has everything she's ever wanted. Her mother is a multi-millionaire and no one knows where her father is. At her school, a boy from her class had just asked her to go out sometime. Becca was more than excited. She'd had a crush on him for the last 3 months. Now she knew that nothing in her life could get any better.

But from that point on, Becca's life did a full 180. It went from amazing to terrible.

One stormy Friday night Becca and her mom were driving home from the movies. It was raining hard and their front windshield wipers were frozen. As Becca's mom tried to take a sharp turn to get onto the highway they hit a patch of black ice. The car spun uncontrollably off the road and into the woods. The car rolled through the trees and over a hill. The car finally reached a stop as it got stuck between two trees.

When Becca finally became conscious, she found herself in her car. Becca had forgotten what happened until she felt a slicing pain in her left leg. She looked over to find her mother unconscious slumped over the steering wheel. Becca reached for her cell phone, she dialled 911 but as they came on the other line, Becca realized she could hardly talk. She managed to tell the man where she was. Becca was starting to feel dizzy, she knew she was losing a lot of blood. It was running down her leg where the glass from the windows had sliced her and her face was cut from all the glass as well. Becca couldn't see out of her left eye, she thought that maybe a piece of glass had got in it. She glanced down at her arm with her good eye. She couldn't move it at all. Becca was sure it was broken. It hurt her to breathe too. She thought she might have also broken a few ribs or punctured a lung. Becca fell too tired to think any longer. She closed her only good eye and fell unconscious again.

Becca awoke more peacefully then the last time, but it still wasn't pleasant. She looked at the clock. She had been unconscious for only 2 hours and the police and ambulance had still not yet arrived. Becca tried not to panic, but she could fell that they were not going to come. She was still losing lots of blood. Becca knew she needed to get to the hospital soon or else she wouldn't make it. Becca struggled to get out of her seat belt. A slicing pain ran through her legs as she moved. She knew she had to get out of the car somehow. Since the window beside her was already broken she thought that that was her best option for getting out of the car. Becca attempted to pull herself out from the car with her only good arm. As she maneuvered out of the window she sliced the side of her stomach on another piece of glass. As she got all the way out of the car she lay on her back on the cool wet grass. Becca didn't notice that it was raining out until she felt the cool wetness on her skin. Becca examined herself all over. The bleeding had subsided a bit from the rain. She was glad about that. Blood had always made her fell woozy. Becca managed to crawl around to the other side of her vehicle. Her mom was still laying slumped over the steering wheel. Tears overwhelmed her, she couldn't hold them in. She didn't understand why this was happening to her she was always a good girl. Becca reached over to her mother’s seat belt and unbuckled it. She tried her best not to touch her mother in case she was injured as bad as she was. She begged her mom to just open an eye to tell her she was okay. But nothing happened. Becca examined her mother’s arms. They looked fine, nothing felt broken. She drug her mom out of the car by her arm. She managed to get her mother out. She lay beside her mother in the rain, crying. She new they had to get to a hospital fast. Becca's cell phone was dead and they were about a 5 mile walk to the nearest house. She knew that she could never walk that far without passing out. So Becca decided to stay there and rest for the night and see what the morning brings.

Becca woke up to see the water filled grass glistening in the beautiful morning sun. It was such a nice day out. Too bad Becca knew it wouldn't be such a nice day for her. Her pain had subsided quite a bit. But she was pretty sure it was just because she hadn't moved all night. Becca tried to stand up. Her first attempt was pitiful. She fell down as soon as she tried to stand. Her legs were very week from all the blood lose and sore from all the cuts along them. At about the 17th try becca finally stood up. She was proud of herself. Now she just needed to figure out where to go. She would have to leave her mother here and come back for her. There was no way she would be able to carry her mother. So becca started walking east, very slowly. After about an hour of walking, Becca’s legs couldn’t hold her up any longer. She collapsed on the earth floor. There were new cuts and bruises on her from walking through the woods. As becca laid her head on a raw piece of wood, she spotted a tiny fire light just up ahead. Becca stood up and followed the light. Even though her legs threatened to give out on her, they held up just until she got to the fire pit. She sat down on a log beside the burning fire. There was no one around that she could see and there was not even a sign that anybody had lived here. It was a beautiful cottage filled with various candles in every windowsill. Becca had to blink to make sure this was actually real. She thought that her lose of blood could have just made her hallucinate. But sure enough, there it stood. A beautiful cottage, s    tanding there in the pine filled woods.

====  Becca didn’t realize how good the warmth of the fire felt on her skin until it started to die down. She grabbed another log and threw it onto the fire. The flames soared with joy. Becca turned around quickly as something behind her rustled the trees. She turned too quick. The pounding in her arm started again. Becca knew she saw something there. She didn’t know who it was, or what it was. But becca tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination. But as a beautiful girl stepped out from the woods Becca calmed down. She knew this girl couldn't be harmful she was about the same age as her. ====

"Hi, sorry if I startled you. I’m Annabel. This is my home. Well mine and my family's" she said in the most gorgeous voice I’ve ever heard.
==== “Oh, um hi, I’m Becca. I didn’t mean to intrude or anything. You see yesterday, or maybe it was two days ago, I’m not positive but me and my mother got in a car crash, I think, and I was trying to find help. My mothers still back at the car I couldn’t get her to wake up.” ====

==== She didn’t look much older then Annabel was. She was gorgeous as well. Becca couldn’t speak her tears were overwhelming her again. All of a sudden Becca’s vision got really blurry all she was seeing was black. She thought about her mother laying there with no one. What would happen to her? She slowly lost her trail of thought and she dozed off. ====  When Becca awoke she had no idea where she was. On her left was a beautiful guy sitting right beside her watching her every move. Her heart started to race at the sight of his beauty. Becca knew for certain she had never seen this guy in her life. Who was he? Where was she? Becca didn’t understand what was going on.

“Hi, I’m Trey, Trey Parker. I should probably get my sister and dad now that you’re awake. Are you okay though? You look a little flushed.” He said.

I tried to reply but nothing came out. What was happening? Why can I never talk to guys? It’s not supposed to be this hard! He stood up and walked out of the room, as a man I met earlier and that gorgeous girl, came into the room. If only I could remember her name. I didn’t remember anything. Maybe I was coming down with a disease or something. That would explain a lot that has happened in the last couple of days. “Becca, I am Steve Parker. This is my daughter Annabel.” As he said that Becca remembered now that Annabel had been the first one she met.

“I can tell you don’t remember much of this, but I put you to sleep so you wouldn’t have to be in any pain. I sewed up all your cuts and put a cast on your arm” Becca examined her arm. It was wrapped in a thick white cast. All her cuts where gone, healed. How could they have healed in only one night? That wasn’t even possible. Becca knew something was wrong here. None of this was possible. She felt great. She should feel sore all over.

“Where is my mother! What happened to her? What’s going on here? What is wrong with all of you? It’s not possible for me to feel as good as knew. My cuts are all healed and I have no more bruises. Who are you?” Becca said. A little louder then she expected to be.

“Becca, listen to me. You are going to be fine. But your mother… we found her lying by your car. She had lost too much blood. She's dead” Mr. Parker replied.

Becca didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She didn’t believe what she was hearing. She thought that her mother would be fine. Becca didn’t understand why she was still alive and her mother wasn’t. Annabel took her hand. Becca didn’t know how to respond. She just sat there holding Annabel’s hand. Then Trey walked into the room again. He stood beside his father nodding as his father filled him in on all the details. Becca didn’t know what she was going to do now. She had no mother. No siblings and no father. Where was she going to go?

"Can I just go home now. I think I need some time alone."

"Becca," Trey said in the most sweet deep voive, " You are home."

"What are you saying! That I can't leave this place, wherever it is that i am?"

"We told you your mother is dead. But we didn't say she wasen't with you." Mr. Parker said.

"You are home Becca. Your in heaven." Trey aswered as his words flowed like a song.

I looked over my shoolder to see my mother standing behind me. Her tears made me cry. I ran to her and hugged her. Now everything made sense. Everything finally fit. These people were angels.

I always believed there was a heaven. My mom used to tell me many storys about how heaven could be anything you wnated it to be. Now i know this is all true. There is no other place in the world i would rather be, then here with my mom.