Dear Journal

Dear Journal,1

Another long day at school along with the additional homework. -sigh- This is my life. I hope you listen to me sometimes. I need some friends.2

Opal Kane.3

Opal Kane would sit on her bed and wonder when she would make new friends. Her head was always terribly aching with the pain of another new day. She had to move three years ago and yet had not made any friends, but more enemies than ever imagined for a fifteen year old girl. She was the most sad she had ever been in her life. She swept a black bang aside so she could see her writing more clearly. She would always write to her journal, hoping that someday she could be happier. Her green eyes scanned the writing she took so long just to get on paper. It was three words, yet she took the most time on them ever. Her parents didn't care how many friends she made. They'd keep her in her room while they went out to eat spaghetti at famous Italian restaurants. She didn't care. The world was too cold to her anyway. She vowed to never leave her small, black painted room. The only time she ever left was to get something to eat or drink, or to go to school. The parents she lived with weren't her real parents. Their names were Sarah Indigo and Johnathan Yearly. She was an orphan, adopted by two people she disliked greatly. When Sarah finally married Johnathan she refused to change her last name, so she kept her maiden name. Opal didn't always have a horrible life. When she was an orphan, she lived happily at the orphanage and never complained about her life. They would take her to expensive restaurants and to different towns to get adopted. She refused to get adopted, but when Johnathan came up to the orphanage he chose her and that was all there was to it. 4

"Opal! We are home!"5

Opal quickly stashed her secret journal in the floor panel and ran down to open the door for her "parents". She smiled the most realistic smile she could, and said, "Welcome... Back."6

She received a large swat to her arm and a, "Shut up child!"7

She felt horrible. Opal was never welcomed in her home. Johnathan went to the kitchen and plopped down at the table to start his work. Opal watched as he pulled out a large dagger and a few arrows from his bag. He repaired weapons, but these looked fine. Sarah went to her room. They were both so into their work that they didn't notice Opal run up to her room, come back out with her journal and some money, and leave the house forever. She smiled as she came up to the old building that they would use for the orphanage. She ripped up her clothes, hid the journal and money in her pockets, and knocked on the heavy, oak doors. "Come in."8

The voice in the orphanage was different. He seemed more harsh sounding. Opal walked in. She quickly wanted to run out, for the orphanage leader was on the floor, unable to move. She had died... The person at the desk was a large, muscle covered man. When Opal turned to run, her wrist was grabbed. She turned. He was already behind her. "I have the ability of speed and strength, dear girl."9

He squeezed her wrist tight. She cried from the pain of the crushing grip. The little boys and girls of the orphanage ran out of their rooms shouting, "Hey! Let go!"10

In seconds the man holding Opal back was topped with thousands of little kids, who scratched, bit, and kicked to their hearts intent. He growled, "Get back!"11

Opal cried and screamed because of the pain in her wrist. It shot through her body. Suddenly, she fell forward to the ground. The man holding her wrist fell over dead. "Don't touch my daughter."12

That was the voice that came from the outside. The man was holding a gun. He put it on safety and walked forward. Opal, others, come home. He opened the orphanage doors and smiled. This wasn't Johnathan... It was Opal's real father. The one father she was searching for came to get her. It happened so fast. "I am Sapphire (not like the actual world, pronounced Saa-fear) Kane. I have been searching for you forever, dear Opal."13

The thousands of boys and girls followed Sapphire and Opal and went to the beach home. It was like the thousand stories that Opal heard all along: And they lived happily ever after.14

THE END