Prologue:

A young girl around 15 walked up the steps to the attic in her grandparent's house. She was dressed in a black skirt, a black cami with a black cardigan over it. She pushed back her bangs as she wiped her eyes as the tears fell. Today was her grandmothers funeral it had been beautiful and now they were having a wake down stairs. The young girl sat down in the old rocking chair that has been passed down through the ages. Her grandmother rocked her mother, her mother rocked her, and when she's old enough she'll rock her grandchildren.

"Kara? Are you up here?"

Kara turned towards the steps. "Yeah Noah I'm up here."

Noah, Kara's 17-year-old brother, walked up the steps and saw his sister "Hey. You okay?"

"Yeah I just didn't feel like being down there. I still can't believe that she's gone. She wasn't even sick or anything?"

"At least she with grandpa now. She died with no pain and she's gonna be happy."

"Yeah I guess your right."

"I'm always right." They sat in silence till Kara's eyes caught on a journal.

"Look over there."

"What?" Noah looked to see a journal lying on top of one of the books.

"It's Grandma's journal." Kara grabbed it and sat back down, Noah sitting on the box next to her. "Do we read it?"

"Yeah. Let's find out what was in her head."

Kara nodded and opened the journal to the first page. "All I've ever been known as was his little girl or Daddy's Little Girl. Now this is my chance to step out of that name, out of his shadow. Into my own name and create my own shadow. This is the story of my life, where I think that it truly began…

What did you think? Please review; I want some feedback on this story. It's the first story I've written in months.

---SexyPunk54---