lah-tee-dah

"Once upon a chiming of the church bells in a small town nestled in the arms of the valley, a girl was missing." That's how the story started, anyway. The way she spoke was like she was reading it from a storybook, like she'd memorized it. She told it to me on the night that I wanted to feel like a child again, and some how she knew. We were sitting by the dikes listening to the water and shivering under the mist. It was way after curfew, but she wasn't pushing to go home like the goody-two shoes she usually was. At first I thought maybe hanging out with my friends had finally gotten to her, but after a while, I knew that wasn't it. So ju