Full Name:Yvonne Isabel Harthanbrook
Birthdate:June 15, 1993
Place of Birth:London, England
Father:Deverau Harthanbrook
Mother:Victoria Harthanbrook
Ht'-bodytype:4'9, Slim/Slender
Eye color:Brown
Hair Color:Strawberry Blonde
Species:Human
November 27th, 2007
I walked through the front door, officially ending the trip home, and what has been a peculiar day at school. Nothing unusual happened. Just that a strange aura clung to the air all day. I attended a private school in Dover,England. I had been born in London, and when I was 2 my parents and I moved out here to get away from my Mum's parents. Who constantly tried to get my Mum to divorce my Dad. Because she married a commoner. Not, someone of "Noble Birth" as they put it. (the horror!) As soon as we moved here to Dover, Mum's family washed their hands of her. Walking into my room, it still stood in the disariy from this morning. When I was about to be late, and one of my shoes was missing. After turning my room upside-down, I was peeved to find it lying behind the door of my room.
Being home alone in the afternoon did have it's advantages. I could put off my homework until evening. I could have a snack, and Mum not complain that I'm ruining my dinner. Things like that. I looked through my closet, to find something to change into. While doing that, my dog, Hector starting barking. Which was rarely something he did. Normally, he did three things:eat, lick himself, and sleep. So, when the barking went on for more then a minute. I couldn't help but go and see what could be wrong. Between the trip across the hall from my room to my parents. I heard Hector yelp, and then go quiet. When I entered my parent's room and went across to the window to look out. I saw nothing out of the way. Hector laid on his side, like he normally did.
I stood and looked for a moment. Nothing still seemed wrong. Until I heard something at the sliding glass door downstairs. It was a bump, no, more like a picking sound. I rushed to the stairs that led to the basement to see if I could see anything from the landing. From there all I could see were shadows. Dark-looking shadows. I could hear the sliding glass door being fidgeted with. I could also hear several male voices talking amongst each other. I stood thinking of what to do. First I was going to go grab a blunt object, the phone and then hide in the closet. That way I can call the police, and feel safe while they robbed the house. As soon as I agreed with myself, my plan. I heard the door slide open. Quickly, I quietly took my shoes off and left them at the stairs. Then, I ran into the kitchen. Where I grabbed the portable phone off the hook.
At the same time, I heard foot steps in the basement, and coming up the stairs. My heart raced as I ran into the living room. I grabbed one of my Dad's golf clubs out of the closet, then started to run for the hall leading to my room. I could hear behind me, their footsteps advancing through the rooms of the house that I had just been through. I prayed that they didn't know I was there. Half way down the hall, like a twit, I ran over the table that had a statue of the Buddhist Goddess named Kwan Yin. She was known as "The one who hears the cry of the world." The statue was made of bronze, and Kwan Yin was sitting on a rock-like pedestal, looking down over the rocks edge. With a down-cast look in her eyes. The statue rocked on the table, but settled back in place just as I slammed the door to my room. No sooner then right after I locked the door, I heard running down the hall. I clicked talk on the phone to called the police, and a chill ran down my spine as I discovered the phone was dead. Feeling a little trapped, I threw the phone on my bed, and ran to the window.