As I stepped deeper in, the woods seemed spookier than ever as the branches of tree's waved at me and an old abandoned house came into veiw. I know I shouldn't but I had to open it's creaking doors and take a peek inside. The doors pushed me in and slammed shut. I could feel the spiders, rats and bats staring at me intenetly, waiting for me to move. I didn't. My feet felt as if they were nailed to the spot as I slowly shuffled my small feet on the dusty floorboards. The floor could give way at any moment and I was being extremly careful as to not let it.

My curiousity was far too strong to keep me back as I looked through the ancient house. I climbed a twisting staircase and ended up in an attic. I saw lots of boxes and packed up junk. Then I opened a diary, and read the first page.

16th May 2009

Diary,

My name's Beck and I'm 's see, I love performing as it let's me be something different. I don't have to be cool and collected, I don't have to be the one with the answers. It feels good. I've never really been in love, but all the girls fawn over me. It's annoying, but I'm waiting for a special know? I go to Hollywood Arts and live here in Hollywood, obviously. I don't really want to give my address away in case anyone finds it, but I guess I don't really have much to worry about. That person could care for me. The writing me, , I've probably got to go now. But I'll see you later, Diary.

Beck.

The writing was scruffy and scripted, but I understood it mostly. I placed the diary inside my gears of war bag and stepped down the creaking stairs carefully, avoiding the cobwebs and bats. When I got down them I sat on the small stone steps and thought about Beck. He must be seventeen now, I thought. "Same as me," I whispered, running my finger along the banister. I want to meet him. I will, I vowed. "I'll read it until I find him."