Coming Home

Chapter 3: Coming H ome

Name: Evangeline Gender: female Age: 12

The sky is a beautiful blue which I have not seen in a long time. In Avington there have been very many rain storms lately which makes it hard to go outside. My mother decided that we should move back to Paris because she did not like the weather in Avington. I have just moved here today but I don't remember much so I hope to gather the confidence to go up to a couple of people and get to know them a bit better. I used to live here when I was little until a horrible accident happened. On a quaint summer day I was playing with my best friend Madison at the beach. We would walk there almost every day because the waves were so calming and we would sit on the shore for hours just talking. That day was scorching hot so I decided to get into the water. By the time I descended into the blissful ocean, it was too late. I heard Madison behind me but when I turned around the waves grabbed me, and I was taken far away. I presume that Madison drowned after trying to save me but I can't know for sure. I think about what could have happened to him often, but the truth is that there is a very small chance that he survived. It all happened so fast that I couldn't comprehend the situation until I was cast onto a huge rock that I sat on for about six hours until the sun rose and I set off for shore. Thankfully after almost two hours of swimming I landed on a far away shore and a very kind lady let me stay with her for about a month until I found out that the lady knew my mother and sent a letter telling her where I was. When my mother

found me we decided to stay in Avignon. I was only eight but I remember the day at the beach like it was yesterday. As I walk into town I see many people selling and buying all sorts of different things from little trinkets to golden jewelry. My mother sent me here only to buy milk and bread so I must ask somebody for directions. I see where the bread is being sold so I walk up to the stand and ask for two loaves of bread. As I wait for the stand owner to give me my bread, I can feel eyes burning the back of my neck. I do not like when people stare at me so I feel extremely uncomfortable and I guess it shows because the man selling the bread is asking me if I am okay. “Are you okay, Miss?” the man asks me. “Oh yes, I am fine, thank you for the bread.” I answered confidently.