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Hidden Away: Chapter 41- Going Home

Willow

 

We left twenty

Minutes after

James

And

Peter’s

Blowout.

James isn’t

Coming with.

I thought

After all this time

And the help

We gave each other

He’d at least

Be there

Once

We got back to my

House.

I guess I have to let

Those memories

Fade

And once

I get home.

I’ll repair

What I’ve lost.

Grandmother,

She must’ve

Been worried

Sick.

She moved

In with us

After grandpa

Died

And around

The same

Time dad left.

How could I let

Any of this happen?

“When did you

Meet Wendy?”

I asked,

Shattering

The silence

That enveloped

Us for hours.

“She arrived

On our shores

About two

Years ago.

She was soaking wet,

Shiving.

Wendy,

She was in a boating

Accident quite like

Your’s

But she and

Her family

All survived.

Her family

Arrived on an island

Nearby ours.

Once they arrived

On our island

They took her

Home.

It was expected.

That wasn’t until

Maybe a year

Of living with

James,

The guys,

And I.

I have a picture

Of her,

Would you like to see?”

 

“Of course,”

I smiled brightly.

The way

They made her

Out to be

Wendy must’ve been

Beautiful.

“Here she is.

Zander had

An old

Polaroid

Camera

With him.

I don’t know if

It was his or

One of of

Father’s old

Crewmate’s

Camera.”

The world

Seemed to stop.

That wasn’t

Wendy.

That

Wasn’t Wendy

At all.

Alice.

My cousin Alice.

 

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Hidden Away: Chapter 40- Muffled Voices and Screams

Willow

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

I could just

Barely

Make out

From above,

In the tree house.

He’s probably

Talking about

Wendy again.

“You wish she was!”

“How do you know?

I’m just helping her.

Once, she gets back on

Her feet

We’ll send her home.”

Send her home?

Me.

They’re talking

About me.

Send me home?
What am I

A package?

A child?

A dog?

“You know what,

Fine.

Maybe I did like

Her.

I don’t know

If I still do.

I just wish

That this

Whole search

Would

Speed up

A bit.”

“What do you expect,

James?

This expedition

To last five minutes?”

“No, I just thought

Instead of four

Years maybe

Four months

Instead!”

 

“You know what?

If I’m such a

Distraction then

I can leave.

I’ll go find

Out how the

Heck

To get home.

I’m sorry,

Peter and James,

But you leave

Me no choice.”

I shouted from the

Treehouse.

I was mad.

I was irate.

I’m done.

All of their

Arguing

Mostly stirred

By my presence.

I don’t want

Them to

Fight anymore.

I don’t want

To be the

Firecracker

Igniting

An argument

One

By

One

Until one

Finally

Starts a fire.

“Willow,

No.

You-”

 

“I’m sorry,”

I interrupted him

And began to climb

Down the steps.

One

By one

By

One

Faster

And

Faster

Until I hit

The ground.

I stopped.

James said

He liked me.

How could I

Forget?

How could

I distract

Him even

Further?

“Can you take me home?”

I asked Peter.

I made sure

To ask Peter.

I didn’t want

To break James’

Heart.

I didn’t know

What else to do.

 

I’m going home.

I want to see my mom.

I want to see

Georgie,

My pet rabbit.

I just want to

Go home.

“We’ll

Take the

Row boat.

James grab

The map.”

~

Hi, guys! I just got back from a journalism conference in Long Beach. It was amazing! We flew into LAX so that was a fun experience just on it’s own.

The first day once we got to the hotel and settled in a bit we went site seeing around the area. The next day we did some more site seeing and went on a boat tour. We had our first workshop and they talked to us about how to properly merge words and pictures together. The next two days were completely full of workshops and you guessed it, more workshops.

Most of the workshops I went to were about entertainment writing, how to grab your reader, and making your story worth reading. All of these workshops got me way more interested in journalism. Some of you know that I’m the scene editor (which is basically the entertainment editor) for my college newspaper. I originally wanted to pursue a career in publishing/editing or even being a literary agent. With all of the learning I did at the conference, I want to now pursue a career in journalism or even writing for a magazine.

It was sad to leave Long Beach but it’s good to be back home and get back to the old grind.

In other news, my mom met someone who said they’d love for me to intern at the magazine that she works at. They either want me to blog or just intern. I thought that was an amazing opportunity. I’m planning on contacting her tomorrow.

I hope you all are doing well and I’ll talk to you soon,

Keep reading my friends,

Hannah the bookworm

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Hidden Away: Chapter 39- Who Can it Be?

James

“Peter,

Who else on this

Island has

Golden hair

And green eyes?

Nobody!

Nobody with

The exact

Same combination.

Willow has

To be some

Sort of sign!”

I shouted.

I wanted

To scream

Into a dark

Abyss.

“James,

Why don’t

You go lie down?

You seem a little

Heated.”

Zander suggested.

“No, I will not

Lie down.

I’m tired

Of arguing about

This.

I’m tired

Of searching

And

Searching

Without any

Leads

Or directions.

We’ve hit dead ends

More than

We’ve gotten answers,

Way more

Dead ends!!!!

Willow,

Do you have any idea

What this could mean?”

Silence again.

A forced silence.

Peter rose

To his feet.

“I need some air.”

“Peter, no,

We need to figure

This out.”

Zander and Little Paul

Both pleaded.

“I’ll only be

A minute,”

Peter muttered.

“Me too,”

James groaned.

***

“You really have no

Sympathy for dad,

Do you James?”

“I have no sympathy?

I HAVE NO SYMPATHY?

I’ve been doing

All the

Work,

Peter!

You’ve been

Pining for

Wendy,

Just waiting

For her to come

Back-”

“That is so not true.

I’m the one

Who found Wendy,

Who used her as

A resource to

Find dad’s letter.

I even found

Dad’s other letter

In that stupid atlas.

What have you

Been doing

Besides

Distracting

Yourself

With your girlfriend,

Willow.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!”

“YOU WISH SHE WAS!”

 

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Hidden Away: Chapter 38- Not You, Definitely Not You

Peter

 

“She’s the answer,”

Peter read the

Letter front

To back.

Twice.

“No, it can’t be you.

Definitely not

You.

He’s never met you.

He didn’t live

To meet you.”

The room went

Quiet

And I looked up at

The ceiling.

 

I saw his ship in

The water,

I saw the water

Smacked against

His eyes and face

And nose.

What could this mean?

What would Willow do?

How can she help us?

“Read the other one,

It says ‘golden hair

And green eyes..’

Last time I checked

This fits my description.”

Willow said,

Dragging her fingers to

And from various words

In the letter.

The quilled handwriting.

So slick

And effortless.

It didn’t seem

Like dad’s.

He always wrote

Too fast

And never legible.

The second letter was

His handwriting

Not the first.

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Hidden Away: Chapter 37- It’s Weird, Isn’t It?

Peter

 

Sure enough,

She wrote the

Words that

Were once

Written by our father.

He didn’t intend

To send it,

He left it in one of

Those old journals

He kept.

James gave her

A piece of paper

Ripped from an empty

Hardback journal.

 

“No, she couldn’t

Have.”

Zander breathed.

 

James ran over

To the bookshelf,

Dad’s bookshelf.

“Does this look familiar?”

He showed her the letter

Inside dad’s book.

“Yup,

The exact same words.

I saw him,

Writing it.

Have you read the

Whole thing?

I think..

I think he’s talking

About me.”

 

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Hidden Away: Chapter 36- Visions, Memories, What More?

James

 

“What have you seen,

What have you heard?”

I asked Willow.

She began to shiver,

Cold air weaves

Through her spine.

 

“All I saw was a letter,

And I heard a voice.

I don’t know

Whose it was

Maybe someone

Who lived here

Long before.

I saw your names

Written on a piece

Of paper,

Maybe a letter.”

 

“Whoa,

What!”

Peter shrieked.

“Keep going.”

 

“Then I saw a

Crocodile.

Or alligator,

I couldn’t tell

The difference-”

“Nobody can,

I don’t blame

You.”

Zander muttered.

 

“Willow,

Continue,”

James ordered.

 

“That’s it,

I can’t remember

Anything else.”

 

“Are you sure?”

Little Paul asked.

“Yeah.”

It couldn’t just be

A coincidence.

Wendy.

Wendy had them too.

Peter must know.

Wendy,

“Peter,

Remember that Wendy

Had visions too.

She helped us find

Dad’s letter.”

 

“Yeah, but she didn’t

Hear anything.

She only saw those

Places.”

“Wait,

Willow,

Did you see a letter?”

Little Paul

Asked, again one

Of full hope.

“It might have been.

Here, I’ll write down

What I saw.”

 

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Hidden Away: Chapter 35- Backwards

Willow

Dearest James and Peter,

Find her.

She is the answer.

She holds the power,

The oracle…

 

And the crocodile came

Again,

Sluggishly skimmed

The water.

Smash

And bang.

Backwards,

I traveled back

In time.

Memories seemed

Black and white.

 

What is happening?

How is this possible?

Did I pass out?

Why is this happening?

 

“Willow!”

The memories

Drained away.

 

“Willow,

What’s going on?”

 

“I don’t know.

Ever since I got into

This treehouse

I’ve had visions…

What the heck?

This is only supposed

To happen in

The movies!”

Everyone looked

Confused.

 

“What are movies?”

Zachary finally asked.

 

“How do you not-”

James cut me off

“You guys,

Let’s get back to

The real problem here.

We don’t know why

The heck Willow’s

Getting there visions

And why is she the

Only one out of all us?”