I have decided to do the Spirited Away story over again. It will be slightly different and hopefully better since I now know how to write better. I wrote that story when I was in sixth grade…

Just a little farther…..Slender fingers reached forward to touch the plaster walls of the Spirit World boundary. It was just as she remembered it. Old and rotting. I have finally found it.

The wind rustled through the trees and seemed to pull the girl into the dark tunnel. The building is moaning….

She walked inside slowly and carefully, savoring this moment she would find the Spirit World again. But the familiar light at the end of the tunnel did not come, some figure was blocking the entrance.

Her heart began to thump at a dangerous speed and her head began to spin. She knew that figure. Her footsteps began to quicken. The wind was blowing thorough her brunette locks as if saying "Run!". Her legs began to move faster until she broke into a run, the figure was still there, waiting for her….

Haku!

She stopped running and looked into the young man's eyes. They were a gorgeous shade of green, but those eyes did not look up to meet hers'. They were staring down at the ground, almost as if he didn't know she were there.

"Haku?" Chihiro spoke but no words escaped her lips. "HAKU!" She tried to yell again.

Haku looked up into Chihiro's brown eyes calmly, but did not say anything. His figure began to fade into the surroundings.

Chihiro gasped and reached forward to grasp the fading image of Haku. But the only thing her fingers touched were the silky sheets of her bedcovers.

The soft pattering of rain fell against the panels on the roof. Chihiro opened her eyes to find herself clutching the comforter on her bed. She blinked and sat up, feeling as though she had been punched in the gut. She had been so close this time, only to have failed.

Her tears came silently. Her mornings usually consisted of crying over the past, as much as she would like to undo them. The dreams came frequently, haunting her about what she couldn't have, who wouldn't remember the promise they made, and the truth that she was only human. Days and nights she would search the forest for the entrance but Chihiro came to the conclusion that you could only find the doorway if you were not looking for it at all.

She kicked her feet over the purple layered four-poster bed. Clapping once the lights flickered on to reveal a room larger than anyone could image, at least for a 16 year-old. The room was adorned in fashion that made it look like a fantasy story from Arabia Nights. Purple and gold throw pillows lay on the floor in an un orderly way. Purple and gold curtains hung from the ceilings and a reading nook with extra pillows hid in the corner. On a mini-version of Chihiro's bed lay a golden-retriever puppy. His chest heaved and fell which signaled it was still asleep.

Tip-toeing past her sleeping puppy, Chihiro made her way to the closet in which she grabbed a purple satin robe. Slipping on the robe and a pair of gold slippers, she opened the door to a long corridor. Hearing the door squeak, the puppy leapt from its sleeping position to Chihiro where it nipped playfully at her slippers.

Smiling Chihiro picked up the dog and cradled it in her arms. "I am glad you can remember promises, Juka," She said to the puppy soothingly. "I can't have you leaving me too."

Walking down the swirling stairs to the first floor, Chihiro set Juka on the ground and went into the large kitchen. Her mother and father were sitting at the long dining table eating breakfast while Inez, their cook served them.

"Good-morning Chi!" Her father said loudly, dribbling milk down his chin. "How'd you sleep?"

Chihiro giggled at her father and nodded, sitting down beside her mother. "It was good," she lied and changed the subject. "What are you doing at work today?"

Mr. Ohyama had been transferred to this area of work 6 years ago when the whole family moved. Receiving a promotion, he is now the head of the business firm at this location, and they were able to move to a new and larger (okay humongous) home, though in the same area. "Probably the same, opening more accounts for clients, fire a few people." He winked.

Chihiro rolled her eyes and nibbled on her toast. Her appetite had vanished and it was now almost time to be heading to school. She dropped her wasted toast and ran up the stairs to her room, Juka following at her heels.

Chihiro was a very fashionable girl. She a wardrobe larger than all the girls at her school put together, and had a proud reputation for it. She was extremely pretty in petite sort-of way. Her hair was long a dark that had long circular curls. Her face was a tan complexion that was smooth and unblemished.

Opening her closet again, her removed a remote that spun the hangers so she could find an outfit. Her closet was not a walk in, but a assembly line of outfits at which in the push of a button she could find the best pick. Choosing a pair of black pumps, she matched them with a white mini skirt and coral pink marilyn collared shirt. She drew her hair back into a long ponytail with the purple hair band she received from Zeneba. Completing the look, she put on a silver locket she got for her 16th birthday.

Hurrying down the swirling stairs once more she hugged her parents good-bye and walked to the French-made oak doors. She picked up her black Prada purse and stepped outside into the cold rainy morning. A white limo drove up into the circular drive and Nino the driver stepped out and opened a umbrella, holding it out to Chihiro.

It was time for school and Chihiro had to keep her mind on her studies. Haku, as much as she hated yet loved him, was pushed to the deep corner of her mind.