Chapter 4: Amity Park
Danny threw his book bag on the floor and collapsed on the bed with a heavy sigh. He hadn't seen Annia for the rest of the day and wondered if she had left. He stretched and kicked his bag with his foot. Remembering the book, Danny reached down and unzipped it. As he pulled the slender book out, he realized it wasn't a library book.
"Danny!" A voice called.
"Yeah?" Danny called back and looked away from the book, toward his door.
"Don't forget, you're Father and I are going out tonight and Jazz is going to be out." Danny's mom said.
"I know." Danny replied and turned back to the book. He opened it and flipped through the pages; they were all blank. Confused, Danny turned to the inside of the cover.
"Christina Annia Lemures, from your adoring mother on your birthday." He read. There was a date but the ink had been smudged. Danny closed the book, becoming even more confused. Annia had been introduced as Annia Delray, not Christina Lemures.
"So, would this be hers, or her mother's?" Danny thought aloud. But that would be an odd thing for Annia to be carrying her mother's journal, and a blank one at that. Standing, Danny stretched again with book in hand. A small piece of paper fluttered out and onto the floor. Danny bent over and picked it up; it was an address.
"Well, might as well return the book." Danny said with a smile. He grabbed his jacket and bolted out of his bedroom, excited for some reason.
Danny counted carefully as he walked around Amity Park. He finally came to the right house but paused before ascending the steps. The house seemed empty, almost lifeless. Glancing around, Danny ran quickly up to the door and ran the doorbell. Footsteps sounded and the door burst open. Danny was caught aback when he saw who was standing there.
The woman looked like Annia but was taller and more, matured to say lightly. And her outfit was different, but she had the same length hair and the same silver clasp.
"Yes?" The woman asked. Danny shifted nervously.
"I'm here looking for Annia." He answered. The woman blinked but stood aside.
"Come in, I'm Christina, Annia's," The woman paused. "Mother." She said this very unsure of herself and Danny doubted her relationship. She looked too young and he guessed she was her older sister.
"Annia isn't here, but I have to step out. Would you mind being here, by yourself for a few minutes?" Christina asked uneasily. Danny was surprised at this but nodded.
"Sure." He said. Christina smiled and walked away. "I have to run upstairs quickly." She said as she started up the stairway. Danny, slightly dazed, walked out of the entrance hall and into the living room. As he sat down he heard a crash outside. It sounded like something had fallen. But before he could get up to investigate, the door opened.
"Oh, hi Danny." Annia greeted. Danny stared at her.
"What?" She asked.
"You have a twig in your hair." He replied. Annia hastily reached up and grabbed the twig from her now wild hair. Her silver clasp was gone.
"What are you doing here?" Annia inquired as she flicked away the twig and walked into the living room.
"I wanted to return this." Danny answered as he revealed the book. Annia took it and sank onto the couch next to him.
"My book." She whispered.
"But your name isn't Christina Lemures." Danny said, more as a question than a statement. Annia looked up at him, her eyes filled with some unknown emotion.
"I guess I have to explain now." She murmured.