THIS STORY IS WRITTEN BY: Thing 2 and CULLENCRAZY1

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AUTHOR'S NOTE FROM CULLENCRAZY1: Hey, this is a story based on a character from another fanfic, A New Day Approaches. This is Kristina's story. Thing 2 and I are writing it, it's posted on each of our sites. This story starts with Kristina going through a tough time, maybe things change, maybe not. Please review and we'll keep writing. We hope you like it!


Prologue

A Wish Upon a Star

It all started when my mom told me good bye before leaving for work. I was twelve at the time and afraid I would never see my mother again. When the cops showed up to my house I didn't know what to think. When the cops told my dad something like, "Mr. Bard, we are sorry to tell you...we found your wife's car and she is no where to be found. She is currently missing," I started to cry. I never expected this to happen to my mother. My mother loved everyone, at the time we could think of no one who would want to harm her and she had no reasons to leave without telling us. Even though I never gave up on finding my mom, the cops did, it was if they didn't care.

For a week my father and I sat around the house waiting on any news as to where my mother was, about six days later the police called. I slowly walked into the kitchen where my father was on the phone. At first you could see the hope in his eyes, but when the person on the other line said something bad his expression changed. I knew what this meant...they didn't find my mother and they were closing the case.

I spent a lot of time crying over my mother even though I knew she was out there somewhere. My dad told me when they closed the case that he doubted that she was still alive. It was mid July and I was supposed to be starting the eighth grade at the end of August. After a few weeks of my mom missing, I stopped eating or doing anything. Not to long after I broke down soon progressing into something more. My body was growing weaker from me starving myself and the therapist said I needed to get out of town for a while. I no longer got to be a normal little girl, with a best friend and a boyfriend later on; instead I got stuck in a boarding school for mentally disturbed children.

I never thought that would mean this horrible place becoming my home for nine months. So day in and day out I sat in the small dorm room not knowing if I would ever get through this without my mother. I would watch the clouds outside my room window and wonder when I would get to go outside again or if my mother would ever come back. I felt bad for my dad, he was always alone. If my mom was here we would be living our lives like we were supposed to. As school started I had to get a tutor or personal teacher to teach me in my room, just like everyone else in this stupid place, I felt so useless, but I was always extremely smart for my age, so I was told. To tell the truth, I hated it here. My dad would call me every night to check on me and I would always ask if I would be out of here soon but I always got the same response, "I don't know sweetheart, only when you get better."

As time dragged on I always hoped that my mom would come home and that I would get to see her. The days kept growing longer along with getting worse. I always felt horrible, I could barely look at myself anymore nor did I want too. I was dying and I knew it, my dad knew it, I even tried to explain to my best friend over the phone that I doubted I would live much longer and I told her to make sure to take care of my dad. My best friend was the nicest person and always happy, I couldn't have asked for a better best friend. She helped me with everything, she was like my sister.

A couple weeks passed by, then months, and then I turned thirteen. It was right after my monthly appointment that the therapist and my dad walked in with smiles on their faces. I hoped they had good news.

"Kristina, we have decided it's time for you to come home," they told me.

I looked at both of them confused and dazed. Were they pulling a prank on me? My dad soon called my aunt so I knew they weren't lying. I couldn't help but be excited, after all the weeks of struggle and pain, the torture was over and I could live my life while searching for my mom. Maybe I would get to go to the local high school with my best friend by my side.

When my dad walked into my boarding room he sat on the end of my bed, "Kristina, the therapist said you get to come home tomorrow," I could feel myself perk up as I heard the news. I missed everything about home, the smell of my room, the sun shining in when it's sunny out, everything. From what my dad told me, nothing had changed about home, everything was left as is. The only difference is my next door neighbors moved away. That didn't matter though, I was just happy to be able to go and live the life waiting for me outside this room and school. Maybe I could find my mom and everything could get back to the way things were.

For the last time I looked over my old, shabby, boarding room and committed it to memory. This was apart of my life and it would just remind me to never give up.

For the first time in months I walked outside. Quickly, tripping as I wasn't use to the sun blaring in my eyes. I took this whole experience in as my dad helped me walk to the car. I smiled from ear to ear as I walked outside and felt the sun shine on my dark brown hair. I couldn't help but look up and feel the sun shine on my face for the first time in months, considering the therapist wouldn't let me outside due to the risk I might run away. I found my best friend Stacy leaning against my fathers car. She ran over to me as she saw me look at her.

"I guess this means you were never meant to die in this stupid boarding school after all," she said in her sweet voice, as she smiled that made me laugh.

I nodded, "I guess so," I said as we loaded into my dad's car, so I could finish the life I started.


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