mysteries of the lake.

this is a story about a 13 year old girl who goes on holiday with her family and meets a rather old fasioned mysterious boy down by the lake...

Chapter 1...

The rain splashed down on the car window as we sped through the hills, the veronica's new song, blaring through my Ipod speakers as i stared out of the wet window into endless gloom... My mum and dad were in the front of the car, arguing over the map as we swerved from side to side on the road.                                                                                 "DAD the wheel!?" i shouted, my dad had no hands on the steering wheel which was constantly spinning round and round as he tried to grab the map off my mum who was holding it upside down and wondering why it made no sence. why do parents have to be so idiotic when it comes to the most simple things? As we swerved over into the barrier on the edge of the road it was until then my dad noticed the steering wheel, driving the car without any help. He groaned, rubbed his forhead and stepped pout of the car to inspect the damage. 

We rattled along the road, mist and rain coating out windscreen in a grey blur.                                                                                                     "were here! Sam, Lilly, wake up were here!" dad yelled as if we were all the way across the road, not in the back of a mini. i stretched my arms and yawned to act like i had been asleep. My older brother Sam just sat there scowling. He hated the family holidays even more than i did, which was kind of hard to believe but still. I got out of the battered red mini and opened up the boot, rifling through a load of bags and suitcases to find my bags. once i found them i hauled them out and heaved my way over to the front door.                                                                                                             "Mary had said the key would be under the door mat" called mum from inside the boot, attempting to find a new way of getting bags out of a car boot, not going to work.I swung my bags over my shoulder and bent down to pick the key up. It fitted into the door properly and i shoved it open, the door was a bit stiff. It suddenly gave way and i flew past the wooden, blue door into an old fashioned hall way. I barged into a large room with a shining chanderlier hanging from the ceiling, and a few sofas placed randomly around the room. Off to the side of the room was a stair case leading up to a number of different doors, one of them my room for the next two weeks...

The room was dusty but overall alrite, it had faded purple walls, moth eaten purple curtains and a few peices of funiture positioned on the corners of the room, a bed, a woardrobe, a dressing table, that was it. I dumped my bags on my bed and started to unpack my things into the creaky old woardrobe. once i had unpacked all my clothed i placed around the room my make-up bag, my hair brush, my books, my paints, my sketchpad, my teddy bear which i have had sice i was a baby and my mobile, can't live with out it. After sitting on my bad for a few minuites, watching the seconds go by on the ticking clock, resting on my bedside table i stood up and slouched downstairs, i wanted to get out of this boring house. i grabbed my mobile and ran out the back door and down the path into the woods. after about half an hour of walking i came into a clearing where there was the lake, jeweled in the sun and surrounded by rocks and trees, watching over the lake and protecting it. I sat down on a pointed rock and stared out into the endless glistening, relaxing and in deep thought, when suddenly behind me a heard a rustling sort of sound...                                        "arhhhwoow!" cried a voice behind me as someone toppled out of a bush, i spun round and stepped backwards.                                    "i am sorry i frightened you so, here i am Finn, what is your name?" said a scruffy looking boy with blonde hair and watery blue eyes...

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