Das ist ein Teil des ersten Kapitels

Abigail's POV:

It was pretty late. I still was up because I couldn't sleep. For some reason, although I was sleepy all day, I was wide awake that night. I wasn't sure where that came from, though, I could imagine it was that little shadow-like figure that I saw that day. It wasn't like it bothered me too much, yet I couldn't stop thinking about that figure that I saw outside. From what I remembered of the figure's looks, I tried to make a few sketches in a sketchbook of mine. I always drew something or made sketches of something in my sketchbooks whenever I saw something that I thought was interesting or that I need to remember. I always loved to remind myself of things by looking at sketchbook drawings.

I was just looking through one of my sketchbooks when I found a page with a note next to a little drawing. ,,Oh, how could I forget? I still wanted to make a present for mom's birthday tomorrow." I quietly said and put the sketchbook down. I started working on a little drawing of some things that mom liked. Like animals and flowers. I think she mentioned two kinds of flowers, one called Sundelion and the other one called Silent Princess. She mentioned the Silent Princess more often than the Sundelion, which always made me think that it's a new kind of flower. But I pretty much knew what they looked like since mom and dad brought them home once or twice. That way I was able to draw them for her.

After a while, I got tired. Yet I still kept drawing to finish mom's birthday present. 'If the drawing is done, the present can be packed up.' I thought. So I tried to stay up a little longer just to finish the little drawing. And I did.

'Finally! I can pack up mom's present!' I thought and smiled, putting all the things together to put wrapping paper around them. When I was done, I hid the present under my bed so nobody would find it. 'I hope my brother did remember mom's birthday is tomorrow and prepared a present for her.' I wondered. Sometimes, he either forgot mom's or dad's birthday or a friend's birthday. He always had to be reminded of one. Or at least he forgot most of the time and had to be reminded then.

I got into my bed, cuddled up underneath my blanket and closed my eyes to sleep.

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