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Where am I? What is this place? I slowly opened my eyes and see the golden sun. It shines brightly in my eyes. I look at the ground. I see the blonde sand, and I feel cold water touch my feet. I turn around. A beach, I'm on a beach! What happened? How did I get here? Wait, it was a ship. The ship, the people! Oh, all those people. I must have washed up on this beach. Oh, my head hurts. It is warm here, very warm. I looked out on the vast waves of the ocean. The waves roll, and create a loud calming racket. Is this California? Or am I on the other side of the U.S.A.?

"Are you okay, Miss?" She says behind me.

I turn to see the girl, tall and pretty. She has soft brown eyes, and dark brown hair. The girl who calls out to me seems like a nice human being. To me she's a goddess of life. I could love this girl, or at least be friends with her.

I smile gently and nod 'no'. I try to stand, but my legs are sore. I'm tired. I'm lonely. Can you help me? Please, don't let me die here alone.

She walks to me and kneels beside me. "I could help you. My house is just a block away. Well, our summer house anyway."

I try to stand again, but I can only fall. My legs are out of strength. Will you be my support? I need your support.

"Oh, here," she says," let me help you up. I'll walk you to our car."

Our car, who else is with you? Does he own your heart? Will he hate me? She helps me out of the hot blonde sand. The tar is scorching my feet. It hurts. IT HURTS! She carefully places me inside the passenger seat.

"I'll be right back, okay?" I nod as best as I can. She closes the door and walks away from me. I watch her leave. She's moves like an angel, my savior. Maybe I can start over. Maybe life won't be so bad this time.

She comes back with her father. I know he's her father. I can tell by his age, and how he treats her. After a while of watching them talk, he nods yes. They come back to the car.

"It's okay," she says," my dad agreed to help you. What's your name? Where do you come from?"

I ponder those questions for a moment. How can I tell her that my life is nothing but suffrage? How can I? I know, I must become someone, just like that one girl, from those newspaper articles.

"My name is Ivy. I don't really remember where I came from because I've moved around so much. What's your name?"

"Daniel. I'm glade to meet you." She shakes my hand gently. She is beautiful, a beautiful angel.

She takes me to her 'summer' house. It's a big log cabin, if you ask me. She takes care of me, giving me food and drink. I hope she'll let me stay. Oh please have her let me stay here.

A few days later, I'm better. She and her dad argue and argue. Daniel wants me to stay, but he doesn't. After a few days of this, he finally agrees. She knows how to get her way, an interesting talent. I get to stay and live with this goddess. I hope this new life will be perfect. It must be perfect, I won't let it fail me this