This is an idea I had for a book. I'm sure it'll turn out horrible, but do I seem to care?


-Our Quiet Memories-

Chapter One


"Another student was found missing behind Jalin's High-school. Authorities claim that the disappearance was caused by the same person behind the last three students who attended the high-school. While police have been attempting to find the source of the missing students for the past month, they have been unable to find any clues that would help them find a possible suspect..."

The screen turned black as Kyle Mornion turned the TV off. He released a long, exasperated sigh, leaning back into the soft dark green cushions of his sofa. "I wonder how Keri is doing." He wondered aloud. His blue eyes slid towards the white phone.

He had recently moved from Lesterville to Driftmont because of his father's new job. Approximately three months before leaving, however, he had met a nice young girl whose name was Kerith; he gave her a nickname: Keri. Over the time they had spent together, they had become close; and, eventually had started a relationship. Though Kyle had moved to Driftmont, a day or so of driving away, they had still kept in contact with each other in their free time. Now that a few of the students had gone missing, Kyle had begun to worry about Keri's safety. She had to stay at the school's dormitories at Jalin's High-school, even during this vacation, and therefore had a greater risk of being in danger from whoever was performing these worrisome kidnappings.

Deciding to check on how his girlfriend was doing, Kyle reached over and grabbed the cordless phone. Pressing the numbers, he patiently waited for someone to answer the call.

"Hello, Darson residence speaking, how may I help you?" Came the quiet voice over the line.

"Keri? Is that you?"

"Kyle! I was meaning to call you, but I got caught up in some friend's activities. How are you?"

"I'm doing as well as you are." Kyle paused. "Keri, are you alright? You sound...a bit quieter than usual. Did something happen?"

There was a long silence before Keri responded.

"I'm okay. It's just that one of the students missing - I'm sure you heard about this - was one of my friends."

"Keri...I'm so sorry. I was hoping that wouldn't happen."

"What really frightens me, though, is that I found her."

"You found her?! Where was she?"

"I mean...I think I found her. It looked like Joni - that's her name. Still, the sight frightened me, Kyle!" Keri began to sob.

"Keri, what exactly did you see?" Kyle gripped the phone under his knuckled turned a ghostly shade of white, concerned about what his girlfriend might have seen. He was more protective towards Keri than he had been before, mostly due to the recent kidnappings.

"There were two words carved into her arm. They scared me!"

Kyle sighed. "Keri, what were the words?" He emphasized each word.

"The words carved in her arm said 'You're next'. I don't know what to do! Do you think it means me, or someone else? She was dead, Kyle, dead!" Keri's sobs had died down, but still were present. Her voice had faded into a nearly inaudible whisper.

Frowning, Kyle's eyes darted across the floor nervously. He ran a hand through his spiky, short black hair. "Keri, I think..." He started, pausing to think. "I think I'm going to stay with you during vacation, alright?"

"Kyle, are you really coming down here? Can you do that?"

"Yes, I will. I want you to be careful and wait for me. I'll be there soon."

"Okay...where will I meet you?"

"I'll find you, Keri. I know where you live, remember?"

"Oh, that's right! Alright, I'll see you...when?"

"Sometime by tomorrow - is that alright with you?"

"Yes, yes it is. I'll see you then!"

"Alright; take care, Keri."

"You too, Kyle; I love you!"

Kyle smiled and ended the call, staring at the fireplace with tired eyes. 'I suppose I should get packed.' He thought.


"Are you telling me you're driving all the way to Lesterville alone, son?"

Kyle's father had returned from work. The late night shifts were hard on his father, but the job provided them with a decent amount of money, and their life was comfortable. When his father had come home, Kyle had told him that he was going to stay with Keri until school vacations were over for him.

"Dad, I'm worried about Keri. She's not feeling well right now and I want to be there for her. Ever since we moved her for your job, I haven't had a chance to see her in person."

"You still talk to her." His father argued.

"I want to be there, Dad. I want to at least hug her and comfort her. That's something I can't do over the phone, and you know that, right?"

"Kyle, listen to me." His father put a hand on Kyle's shoulder. "I don't think it's wise for you to be staying there for the next month or so with Keri. I know you care about her, and I'm concerned for your girlfriend's safety, too. However, driving there alone...I'll have two people to be worried about, then. Do you understand?"

"Dad, I'll be perfectly alright. It's only for a short while, though it may seem an eternity to you. I have just as many people as you do to worry about. Keri is the most important person to me besides you - being my family - and I don't want to lose her. She's an easy target and more likely to disappear than before."

Kyle's father stared at the ceiling, and then looked back at Kyle, adjusting his glasses. "Alright, you can go. I trust you; I'll just be worried that you'll be danger." His father gave Kyle a warm smile; Kyle hugged his father tightly for thanks. "Thank you. I'll make it something important to try and call you every week."

His father nodded, and gave Kyle a pat on the back. "Alright; you stay safe, you hear me?"

"I will, Dad. I will." Kyle went to his room and began to pack for the long trip he would be making to see his girlfriend.


Kyle was up before dawn. He nibbled on a strawberry-flavored pop-tart for breakfast, finishing his cup of lemon tea. He already had bid a farewell to his father, who left for work half an hour earlier. He dragged his suitcase and another bag full of things he would need into the back of the vehicle, shutting the trunk door.

He pulled the door open and slid into the driver's seat of the extra vehicle, an old van. It had recently been fixed up, though, and was certainly drivable. Shoving the key into the slot, Kyle twisted it, starting up the car. Setting it into proper gear, he started the love drive towards Lesterville.