The Girl Who Remembered Everything
Book One off The Quest For Nova Series

    I fell like I remember things for a reason... but for what reason I don't know? I remember this women and young girls. And dragoni and witches. But I don't know why? I'm just a normal girl... Well I used to be. Before all the pain and hurt. I was just like you. Happy. I remember my mom dying and my best friend dying and my pet also dying. Yes my life is filled with death but some say all that pain makes wewe strong.
    My life is...or was a black hole and I felt like I could never get out. Like I was trapped. All I wanted was to be loved kwa my family...but when your family’s like mind wewe know there is no love...

December 25, 2000

    A lonely girl with long white hair sat kwa her self on the park bench tears filled her eyes...but people just kept on walking by, “Oh she just wants to get attention” one said, “She’s just messed up” Another said. The girl raised her head slowly at the words she just heard letting them know she heard every word. She saw people rushing kwa with presents and with there child tugging behind them. Not one person even looked back au stopped to asked if she was all right she sat there like she was invisible. The girl watched them walk kwa when she heard a voice yell at her from far away. She looked it was a women with long white hair like hers wearing a warm kanzu, koti and hat. She walked right up to the girl and grabbed her hand and whispered.
    “Viva I told wewe to come in ten minute’s ago, wewe know how your father gets if wewe aren’t nyumbani when he gets home. Now hurry up and lets go!” The women alisema moving fast Viva had fear wight in all over her face as they ran home...

    Viva’s dad wasn’t the up for best dad of the mwaka award... really he’s up for worst dad of the year....Viva and the women arrived in front of a old looking apartment building. The bricks were worn and the paint was chipped. The once beautiful white building was now a musty gray from the river close by, filled with mud and wast. Viva looked up at the building she called home, she dropped her head in shame. She hatted her nyumbani the smell the look the people.
    As they made there way up the stairs they stopped...they both heard a bang and yelling come from there apartment. The women opened the door quietly and whispered to Viva again.
    “Go to your room and close the door.” alisema the calmly as she pushed Viva to get her to move. Viva know what was going to happen...so she closed her door and sat in the far corner of her room and sat down and began cry. In the back ground she could hear loud scream’s and tears. She could hear her mother yelling and then the crying stopped from the sound of a slap...
    There was no zaidi noise after but the sound of boots stomping down the hall began to ring in Viva’s ears. She closed her eyes hoping it would be over soon. Then she heard the door swing open the boots came closer then she heard the voice that haunted her in her dreams.
    “Get open!” The deep dark voice demanded as he walked over grabbed viva from behind the neck and cared her down the stairs into the basement.
    The basement was old and dark and scary specially to someone Viva’s age. The basement smell was ten times worse. Over in the corner Viva saw out of the corner of her eye a box-like cage with bars on it. The man began to cary her over to the box. That’s when Viva realized what was going on. The man through Viva into the box and locked it. Viva ran to the front of the box and looked up at the man she new her father.
    “You’ll come out when I say wewe can!” Her father yelled then walked away back into the dark the last sound Viva heard was the boots on the floor board’s upstairs. Viva sank down into the bottom of the box knowing that Santa wasn’t coming this year.