The lake ,The place where it started and ended. Summer 1998 where i met Olivia. That summer she dyed her hair bright pink. No wonder her body was so easy to

spot. That summer the sun gleamed extra bright against the lakes emerald water. People swam and laughed. Now the dock is showered in tears and memorial flowers of vibrant blues and oranges. If only they knew what happened that day. The last day I ever saw Olivia Grace’s deep brown eyes.