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Saving Sophie

Prologue

I never expected anything out of the ordinary to happen that strange, cold Halloween night. Maybe a couple of candied apples among the pounds of candy my siblings collected, but nothing life changing. But I was wrong. It indeed was life changing to say the least. Now that I remember I guess I should of saw the signs, how the moon was full and almost too bright, how the wind was just a little too cold, and probably the most important sign was how all night my sister Sophie had a strange look on her face, as if she was awaiting someone. I realize now that she was indeed waiting for someone but that night I was unusually oblivious to everything around me especially that strong sense of change that seemed to linger in the air.

I remember that night like it happened only yesterday, even though it's been months. I will never forget it even if I tried, and I highly doubt my siblings will either. But I would never want to. Even though on that night we faced hardships kids our age should never face, it was the best night of my life. It was the night I fell in love. And who would ever care to forget that?

Chapter One

"Welcome to Silverton"

I starred out of the window of our family car. I saw trees with leafs of vibrant colors pass us by. Orange, yellow, brown, and hints of green. The pile of dead leafs by the trunk of the trees were packed neatly into little piles. Looking at them gave me the sudden urge to run and jump into them like I did when I was younger. Back when I didn't have responsibilities, back when times were simpler.

I shook my head allowing myself to come back to the present. I turned my head back towards the inside of the car to see what my siblings were up to and why it was so unusually quiet.

Robert, my fifteen year old brother, was listening to his I-pod on full volume banging his head to whatever song he was humming to. Andrew, my 9 year old brother, was playing with one of his many handheld games, his fingers moving at lightning speeds. I laughed to myself at this. Andrew always preferred to live in fantasy than reality, though I couldn't blame him. Then I turned to look at Sophie. When I saw her I couldn't help but smile.

Sophie, my six year old sister, was sitting in her booster seat fast asleep. Even though she really didn't need a booster seat my mom still always used extra safety measures when it came to Sophie. I really didn't know why my mom was that way with her, but if I would guess it would because of the way Sophie looks. Sophie is small, even for her age, she also looks very delicate and fragile, like someone who needs extra care.

My mom's exaggerated safety precautions were not the only thing that would need attention when it came to Sophie. When Sophie would nearly cough my mom already had a doctor appointment set up for her. Sophie was not my mom's favorite, just the one who needed more care. After my father left my mom made it her job to make sure we were all alright, and happy. But when my moms not around it becomes my job to keep them safe, especially Sophie.

I stared out the window again finding nothing entertaining inside the car. I knew we were getting closer to our destination because I started seeing signs advertising businesses in the next town. The next sign sent a wave of relief over my body. "Welcome to Silverton, Oregon's Gardening State" Finally we were here. It was only about an hours drive from our hometown Salem to Silverton, but an hour in a stuffy little car with your family was torture even for an hour.

I liked Silverton. It was a nice little quiet town, but it was also loud when it wanted to be. By that I mean the citizens of this little town love to celebrate holidays. During Christmas , Silverton would be decked out in red and green lights. Tonight probably would be no different. Our very own little Halloween town.

The other reason I liked Silverton was because it was beautiful. It wasn't named Oregon's Gardening State for nothing. Everywhere you looked there was greenery. There were fields and meadows full of wildflowers in every color. Even the slightly intimidating forest that surrounded the little town was mystifying and beautiful, waiting to be explored but I never went close because the woods were just a little too mysterious to come to near as if they held a secret.

I was glad that we decided to spend Halloween at my Aunt Erin's house this year. I loved spending time with her, she never took anything seriously, she was like a little kid, even though she was older than my mom by a couple of years. I also was excited about going to her house because she was throwing a Halloween party and all of are family would be their, even my cousin Bella from Washington who I haven't seen in a while.

Bella and I had always been close. I used to visit her in Phoenix when she lived there, but I haven't seen her since, so I was really looking forward to the reunion.

Through the window I saw that we were now passing little houses. Each little house look just like the one next to it. They were all painted in bright colors, with white picket fences, and bright green lawns. The whole little town looked like it belong in a magazine.

We drove threw the town for a couple minutes passing houses and little shops along the way when I notice they were all decorated with black and orange lights, or little ghost and witches little figurines to show off their Halloween spirit. As we drove past a little brick building that I saw was a bakery, I notice something strange.

There was a person on the edge on the sidewalk who look out of place in the picturesque scene behind the him. I could tell it was a guy by his shoulders, they were to broad to be a female's. He was dressed in all black and his hoodie was pulled over his head so it was impossible to see his face. He was crouched on the corner of the street looking at the ground with a puzzled look on his face, as if he was looking for something.

The people around him walked by like he wasn't even there, or wasn't as interesting as I found him. But still I couldn't help staring at the peculiar guy who held a essence of mystery about him.

Just as are car passed the place where the guy was, he looked up. Our eyes meet and a shock of electricity ran through my entire body. I looked down quickly, embarrassed. I kept my head down till our car had completely passed the intriguing boy.

When we were on the next street I looked back to see if he was still there. He was and he was staring…at me. I turned around and stared out the window. Thinking about what just happened. How could this complete stranger make me act this way? And what was up with the way my body reacted to his eyes.

His eyes. His eye were memorizing even though I barley saw them behind his hoodie. I could tell they were light by the way the sun reflected off of them, but I couldn't tell the color.

I spent the rest of the ride to my aunt's thinking about the boy in black, and his eye. I couldn't tell why but I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I would see him today.