There I was-

Frozen by the cold yet burning inside. How could this have happened. How could I go so suddenly from the happiest person alive to the most miserable. It wasn't normal for me to be so unhappy. But it couldn't continue. I had to go somewhere else, anywhere else. Away from New York and the memories. That day of the Crash would never be forgotten. What would I do now, I was an Orphan. Alone in the cruel dark world that people called home. I needed peace and quiet where I could think. The noise of all the cars everyday never used to bother me, but today it did. Like a never ending noise in my ear. I knew at that moment that I needed to go somewhere new. I took my jacket and head to the car, at least I was old enough to be alone and to drive. Maybe I would go to Europe? That was definitely an option. I was sick of america, sick of their ways and sick of the sadness. I looked in my bag laying on the seat and paused. Inside my bag was a gift I had forgotten to open, from my birthday the day before. I sat in the car and held the perfectly wrapped packaged in my now melting hands. What could it be? I asked myself as I unwrapped the Gift. Inside was the most beautiful book I'd ever seen. It was old as if it lay somewhere still for so long. The dust covering the front. I opened the book to the first page.