Aisling walked along the twisted path that lead to her small home on Locke street. A sweet October breeze rustled through the willow that marked her arrival to her home. The moon was bright that night and so Aisling paused for a moment to admire its beauty.  Meanwhile a hooded figure hid in the shadows with a gun hidden in his dark coat. Aisling heard a rustling in the bushes, but since she thought the best of the world, she ignored it. The rustling became louder and Aisling heard small pounding footsteps drawing near. Aisling did not let on that she was scared, she just started to walk faster. As she opened her door, A masked man jumped out of her bushes and a bullet spiraled through the air.  It hit Aisling directly in the heart.                                         _______________________________________________________________________________

In the morning the man had gone and in his place 10 gloomy faces stood over her. An hour later people from Indiana Memorial came to remove her body from the crime scene. The police were notified but no serious research was done. Aisling had written in her will that if she were to get murdered, that no charges should be filed. Aisling had no living relatives, so no funeral was planned. Aisling's body was buried in a cheap casket and buried next to her aunt. Her belongings were given away to thrift shops, and some more expensive things were sold.  Even though Aisling Domhan had a huge impact on those around her, nobody seemed to remember her. Soon Aisling Domhan seemed like she didn't exist at all.

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October 3rd 2003, Kokomo, Indiana

A young girl named Farrin Breacinn walked quietly down the streets of Sycamore with her hands in her pockets and a ragged hoodie covered her face. She didn't wear the hoodie with holes in it because she thought it was cool, she wore it that way because she didn't have a choice. Farrin was only 15 and she was homeless. She had no family or friends, just Ricky the cat. Ricky was a scrawny black and white cat that lived on the streets with her. Ricky was the only thing she had left of her Uncle Tom. Ricky was, really, her only friend. Farrin smiled weakly as she thought about Ricky. His soft paws and rough tongue. She walked past Laurie's Second Hand Gifts and Antiques. She stopped for a second to examine the items in the shop window. A smooth box made of yew was sitting on top of a violet velvet cushion. Intrigued, Farrin took long backward steps toward the door. She held out her hand ready to open the door then hesitated. She didn't have any money with her so she wouldn't be able to buy the box. Then she nodded and put her hand around the bronze handle and turned. When she walked in the scents dust and old things immediately filled her nose. She strolled casually by the box and looked over her shoulder to make sure no one was behind her. Then in one swift motion the box was in her hands and opened. Hundreds of papers were crammed into it. She flipped through them and soon saw that they were placed in order by date. Farrin took the first paper out and read it.

Dear Reader, Tuesday, October 3rd, 1984

A sweet October breeze blew my strawberry blonde hair across my face as I walked along the twisted path to my secret spot. Grasshoppers sang merrily with the leaves swaying in the wind. I wove my hands like a conductor and the wind whistled a soft tune. The birds chirped from high in their nests and the man in the moon smiled. The smell of apple trees entered my nose as a sign that I had reached my secret spot. I climbed the stone that sat under the largest apple tree and picked a beautiful Gala apple. As I sat down I bit into the apple. Sweet juice dribbled down my chin and I licked it off. I laid out the quilt my great-grandmother had made for me on the rock. I laid down and the stars sparkled and shimmered in my eyes. A strong wind blew through the trees, causing orange and red tinted leaves to blow onto me. I picked one up and examined it. Minuscule veins traveled around the leaf and in the middle the orange mixed perfectly with the red. It looked as if a delicate fairy had painted it. I placed it in my journal to keep it flat and the lullaby of my secret spot swept me away to dreamland. When I awoke dozens of orange and red tinted leaves covered my body.

Sincerely

A.D.

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Farrin put the letter back in the box and thought for a moment. These memories were beautiful.....I must have them...... Farrin stuffed the box into her jacket and started to rush towards the door. Laurie smiled, she had been watching Farrin. She saw how Farrin had lit up as she read the letters. Laurie had read them herself and almost didn't want to sell it. She now realized that something like that wasn't sold, it was given. Laurie wondered if Farrin would figure out who A.D. was, for it intrigued her greatly.

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