Chapter SEVENTEEN

  Theme: Meeting the stranger

  (FLASHBACK TO TEN YEARS AGO)

  WINSLOW, ARIZONA.

  (NIGHT TIME: BY BEACH )

  Ivy Rivera settled by the beach, the water was calmer, warmer and it doesn't make her think about everything - Anything. Ivy decided that she wasn't going to let everything her mother said bother her though she was badly hurt. The thought foremost in her mind as she walked to where the water met the sand. Though the dark blue water was cold-nearly frigid, but she enjoyed the feel of it tickling her toes, licking at her ankles. The sand squished beneath her heels, then between her toes as the water receded, before her prints washed away with each new waves. For a minute, she wished everything about her could be washed away as easily. But no that wasn't true - such a wish would never come true. It will never happen.