My heart stopped. Summer?! Since the camp, I have forgotten all about the file that I had found. Could this be her? "Hi," I said, trying to sound as polite as I could, "It is very nice to meet you. Father, let me put my bags away." I scurried away from the scene with Will trailing behind me. I was searching through my drawers. "Kyra, what-." "Yes! Here it is!" I exclaimed, pulling out the file from one of my drawers. I threw it on my bed. William took it and looked through it. "Where did you get this?" he asked. "Copied it. Found it on my dad's desk." I answered simply. Will walked over to my computer. He typed something in and I saw a picture with information on it. "This is her." He said. I walked over to the computer and looked at the screen. I couldn't believe my eyes! Summer Mathews was the same girl as the one that I have just met outside. My worst fear was becoming reality. She would be a part of my family soon. A little too soon. I tried avoiding the newcomers for as long as I could by pretending to be sick. Will helped me with that. But only two days later, my father asked William to accompany him on his trip. Little did I know that this trip included Jaime as well. With my brother in Harvard, I was stuck with Summer - alone. "Hello, Alex," Summer said after they all left, "Are you feeling better?" "No." I answered her harshly. "You know," she continues, "mom and dad aren't home, and your pathetic fool is with them." I took the 'pathetic fool' to be Will. Where was she going with this? "Let's play." She said simply. "I don't feel good." I replied. "Guess I will win then." There was something about her smile that I didn't like nor trusted. I wanted her to leave my room - to leave my life. "You know," she started again, "I think that I will put my lamp right there. And I will have to do something about that bed; I hate those covers." "You're not moving in." "No, I'm not. You're moving out." I stood up really fast. "Get out." I hissed. She smiled her cruel smile and left. I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew that it wasn't good. It was boring just sitting in my room, so I decided to go outside. I got out of my room very quietly; I didn't want Summer to hear me. I was walking slowly toward our big staircase. I stopped on the first step: I heard a noise. I checked all around me, but there was no one there. I turned back to the stairs. That was a terrible mistake. In an instant, I felt a hard push on my back. I was falling - falling down the stairs. I started rolling, feeling every part of my body ache as I fell from one step to another. That is when I understood Summer's meaning of 'play.' She was right. Without Will or my father, she would win. I really thought of what she said: "You're moving out." Somehow, I felt that she was telling the truth. I was moving out. Finally, I hit the floor. I have hit my head a couple of times. I saw Summer standing over me with a smile on her face before I became unconscious. That was the last thing that I have remembered. ...I woke up. I still felt all the pain from the fall. Looking around the room that I was in, I did not recognize anything. I wondered where I was or how I got here. As I fell back into sleep, I felt a huge surge of pain inside my head. I was helpless in this unknown place.

Chapter 1 The Memory “Alex. Alex!” someone called my name, “Alexandra!” I opened my eyes. I saw a doctor standing next to my bed. “W-where am I?” I asked, trying to regain my voice. “San Francisco Hospital,” the doctor said, “Do you remember me?” “N-no.” I answered, still regaining my voice. “Do you remember what happened?” He pushed on. “No.” I finally had my voice back. “It seems that you fell pretty hard,” the doctor said, “Go to sleep. You need some rest. Besides, sleep might help you to remember. I must go now.” With that, he left. I had no idea what to do. Taking the stranger’s advice, I went to sleep... In my dream, I remembered my father. I remembered him the way he was when I was little. He wasn’t only my father. He was my best friend. But then, as I became older and my family corporation grew, my father pulled away from me. I just wasn’t good enough for him anymore. One day, I found a file on my father’s desk. On it, there was a name. Summer Mathews. Mathews? But that was my name! I didn’t understand. I looked around the room and spotted a copier. I made copies of all the files. The people were right. They always said that I was a curious girl. That night, I read the file. I learned that this girl named Summer was three years younger than me – twelve. I also learned that she was my half-sister. She was my father’s daughter with a different mother. I was outraged to learn that. As I thought about what I have read, a thought passed through my mind. I’m not good enough for my father. But maybe she is. Maybe he thinks that this girl is better than me, and he wants to replace me. No. I told myself. No. I am still his daughter. He would never do that. Or would he? The next morning I was going to my gymnastics camp. My father had made me take gymnastics, while he sent Michael, my only sibling, to Harvard College. I wished I was there with him. I hated gymnastics. The camp was to be two months long – over my summer break. I was happy that my bodyguard was to come with me. “I don’t want to go, Will,” I told him, “I will be all alone and you know that I am doing this because I have to.” “Miss Mathews, I have been protecting you since you were a child,” Will replied, “Of course I know that you hate it, but you will not be alone: I will be there.” “Yes, and I am thankful for that, but still… I do not want to go. And don’t call me Miss Mathews.” He smiled at that. William was always there for me, even though I haven’t always seen it. He knew what I liked and what I hated. But as the years passed, I wasn’t this little girl that he had to protect anymore. I was always ‘Miss Mathews’ now. “Don’t call me that.” I repeated, more to myself than him. “We do not want to be late.” he said as he picked up my bags. We were off. “I hate this camp!” I yelled as I sat on my bed in my new room at the camp. Will laughed. I guess it seemed amusing to him. “I want to do something different. Something that I actually like.” An idea entered my mind. “I know! Why don’t you teach me how to fight?” The smile vanished from Will’s face. He looked into my Eyes – moving from one eye to the other, as if trying to find out which one was lying. But there was no lie in my eyes. My face was the picture of excitement. I waited, hoping for a good answer. “Alright.” He finally said, bringing his smile back. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I ran over to him and did something I haven’t done for years: I hugged him. Learning martial arts was not easy, but since it was Will who was teaching me, it was fun. In two months, I have tried karate, kickboxing, and even swords. The practice had actually paid off. I was pretty good. On the last day of the camp, I was laying on my bed, talking to Will. “Ooh. I am so sore!” “Hey, it’s the last day. Stop complaining.” “Stop complaining!” I argued, “I am not complaining. I’m just ‘talking’. I mean, I have gymnastics and classes with you. It’s not that easy, you know.” “Well, as I was saying, this is the last day.” Will said. I sighed. I really liked learning from Will. I didn’t want to go back home. As if reading my mind, William said, “I can still teach you at home, you know.” There was a huge smile on my face. “Do you remember what you used to call me when I was little?” I asked. “You mean the one I used when you were acting tough and trying to beat up your older brother?” “Yep. That’s the one.” I laughed. “Kyra.” He said. I nodded with a smile. “You like that name, don’t you?” Will asked, “Well, Kyra, I’m going to start calling you that then.” “Cool.” “Just remember: Don’t ever lose who you are. You are still Alexandra if you like it or not.” I didn’t understand what he meant by saying that, but I nodded nonetheless. When we returned from the camp, we had a surprise. There was an unfamiliar woman with a girl coming to greet us with my father. “Hello, Alexandra,” my father said, “I have some news for you.” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to expect. He pointed at the woman, “This is Jaime,” he pointed to the girl now, “and this is Summer.”

I thought it would never end - but I was wrong There was fear in my heart, but I knew I had to keep going. I stood up, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could - even faster. I knew he was following me. He was coming. I did not know him. He did not know me, but he knew what he had to do. He traced me by my fears, and he knew where I was going. I was too frightened to look where I was running. I fell right into my attacker's trap. There, right where I stopped, was the end. The end of the building's roof. The end of my running space. The end of me. I had two choices: jump off of the building, or be taken by him. I made my choice. I jumped and caught the roof. I was holding on to the edge of the roof. I was very weak from all the fighting and running I have done. I felt my hand slipping, sliding off the roof. I shut my eyes. I knew what was coming to me. It was all over...

Well, I wanted to post somethng here. I know that I haven't posted here at all for quite a while, so here I am, posting. I wanted to start posting my story here. It is called "Two Sides of One." Stupid title, I know, but it kinda fits. I haven't really finished it, but I did type out some of it. So, in my next entry (which I will type out right now) I am going to post a part of my story. It is somewhere in the middle of it, which I haven't really gotten to. :) Wow. I start with the middle of it. Jeez. Oh, well. Until later! Diana

So, yeah! I'm bored. There is completely nothing to do! I want to say thanks to everyone who commented me... I'll use your help. I've been trying to get some time to write something in here, but I'm all out of time. But don't worry! I will post here as much as I can. I was too busy to post in my Live Journal web site as well. I always post there, since I know how it works. :) Well, I'll sign off now. I'll go and finish chapter 1 of my new story, so that I can post it here. My novel is just a bit too long, if I went by chapters. Oh, well. I better go now, if I want to accomplish something. Diana

I am soooo lost on this Web site! Oh, well. Guess I'll manage. I think that I'm gonna post my stories here (hopefully). g2g now! sleep Diana