Prologue Heaven. They say it's filled with angels and there are sparkling pools of water up there. Where angels roam free to do anything as they please and when they do a special deed in life they get their wings. Sometimes it may take a little while until you get your wings but sooner or later you do. The wonderful clouds are beautiful and sweet as if it's big fluffy white cotton candy when it isn't but actually it's not. I look at the inside of my house as if I was really there again but I wasn't. I went to Heaven. There I see my family praying before they eat the delectable food that was set right in front of their faces with their eyes closed and saying one extra prayer for me in Heaven. I want to tell them that I'm okay that I'm happy froliking around the fields in heaven watching down on them making more achevements,when they pray at the dinner table, or when they need confort. The only thing is that they can't see me. Despite being black those were my aunt, uncle, and cousins praying at the dinner table and hoping that I'm living a better life in Heaven enjoying what is lying up above. Small looks I take at the dinner table because I’m more focused at my family in front of the dinner table. They wonder how a blond haired, blue eyed, pale skinned white girl was blood related to dark skinned, black haired African-Americans but I knew the reason: mom had married a black man. They were my care takers for the long amount of time I had spend on this earth since mom had left daddy when I was just a little baby just for him to take care of me on his own. Then daddy had left the earth when I was four because a speeding truck had drove near him and while daddy told him to stop the truck had crushed him. I loved them no matter what even if race was a factor: we were all human. As I look at them opening their eyes, a tear strike down my left cheek and it's not because I'm sad. I do miss them very much but I'm crying tears of joy because I could see them once again enjoying their dinner and talk about what had happened today. I love that they involve me in a prayer but they still continue to be a happy family. They take their glasses high in the air in front of my dinner chair I used to sit in and make a toast before taking a bite to eat. I take one more glance at them noticing their features. Aunt Shelly. A pretty nice lady who sometimes knew she had to give tough love when it was needed. At times she was over protective of me and my teenage cousin but she did that so we wouldn't have kids or come home drunk. In other words she cared about us and how we do in life. She had nice bright brown eyes with a touch of hazel, long curly black hair up to her midback, and had a height of five seven. Her skin was caramel colored and every smile she made sparkled the whole room up. Right now she is eating some chicken while talking about what happened at work today as the rest of the family listened. The clothes she was wearing a blue Old Navy T-shirt, a pair of black Gap jeans, white high tops and her pearly white smile that had glistened all over the dining room. I wish she could see me one more time. Uncle Walker. A man who knew how to have a good time yet to be responsible at the same time. He told the greatest stories about my father when they were little children and took me to the UniverSoul circus every time it had came around. He was like my aunt when it came to protection but it was because he cared. His black hair had started to grey and it was very short looking as if he was nearly bald and he had brown eyes that had glowed like Shelly's pearly white smile had sparkled up a room. He had a skin tone darker than my aunt Shelly and right now I was seeing him laughing about something that one of my cousin said. The clothes he was wearing was a plaid shirt, a pair of jeans, a neck tie, and a pair of sneakers. Did I mention the brown eyes were glowing? Cousin Tina. A person who was pretty and more popular than me but she always loved me a cousin and aa a best friend. In my high school she was one of the brightest students of her class and knew to be nice to everyone she sees. That's why I loved her because she was kind and sweet. Although she was a couple of years younger than me and we would get into a couple of fights but we still would make up. She was my aunt's height but had black shoulder length hair that glistened in light, her hazel eyes which were bright and full whenever she had smiled, and Shelly's skin tone. Right now she's telling Uncle Chuck another joke while he begins to laugh once more. Her clothes are a pink tube top, a pair of white pants, and pink flip flops. I didn't like pink that much although I loved purple.. Last but not least Cousin Ronny. He was only a small toddler but he had heard so many stories about me he wonders where I am. I wish I could tell him that I'm not on the earth but I visit sometimes from Heaven but I can't because he doesn't see me. I'm just an elusion. I notice his hazel eyes glowing up in front of me although he doesn't know I'm here. Another tear fall down on my cheek when I see him. He'll never actually really know about me when he gets older but each story my family member told would help him see me in his heart despite not seeing me in true life. He was a fair skinned African-American (oops), with black hair, and hazel eyes. The black hair was in braids as I began to notice. Ronny's messing up his red T-shirt which is way to big for him. I just give a small wave to him. They tell you to take life for granted because you don't know what might happen. They were right about that because that's what I did and now I look down at them. I wondered why this happened to me but it just did but before all of this I was Adrianne Williams a girl who sometimes didn't know truth from fiction but I guess that I'll have to go back a while before the incident happened. Before I could only look at them without them looking at me. Before I got killed. I'll go back in time to tell you all about it but for now I'll watch the family. Because I love them.

I had started to write a few stories a while ago right now I'm doing book 1 of my "strong girl series" called "The Stories You Keep Within" about a dead girl girl telling her story before she died. But I'll work on "Forbidden Love", "My Name is Riley-Anne" and "Luna" after this story ends.