Hmm… how to begin, well my name is Lucy and my mother planned this vacation without telling anyone! I mean, I have a life, you know? She doesn't think about anyone, she says it will be fun, but it really won't. She says she knows what's in my best interest but she doesn't, she should have asked me if I wanted to go, because I don't. Although I wouldn't mind going somewhere for the summer, but I had already planned things like going to friends' houses, shopping, and sitting around doing nothing. Even my father didn't want to go; he complained of being too busy. But mom's mind was made up, she told everyone to pack their bags, we are leaving tomorrow. I didn't even know where we were going just that I filled my suitcase with clothes and put the trunk of the car in it. I climbed into the leather-covered car seats, with my trusty pillow and blanket. Before I knew it I was out the door, I woke up about… about an hour later. I looked out the window at the wind-blown grass, the sky as blue as a lake, not a cloud in the sky. I just sat there "Dad where are we going" the car was silent for a few minutes then I heard my dad's deep voice "where are we going Spring Lake". It looked good, I thought there was a lake and that wasn't just the name of the park. “How long until we get there?” » I heard my mother's high-pitched voice cry "soon darling, soon". I decided I should sleep, since my parents hadn't been helpful in telling me when we would get to Spring Lake. An hour later I felt the car lurch and the seat belt tighten around my waist, I sat up and stretched my arms, I noticed the car was parked and the engine was the car was turned off. In front of us is a double-decker cabin, just like Lincoln's logs, I unbuckled my seat belt and got out of the car... middle of paper ...... to Waka Beach. I opened the Photos app and waited; Soon there was the body, still as cold and dead as ever. So... I wasn't dreaming? Was it all real? Was someone chasing me? My first thought was, do I tell my parents or do I pretend it never happened? I've seen mystery movies before, and the one who solves the mystery always gets captured or hurt even though they always end up catching the bad guy. No one can solve a mystery overnight either. “Lucy,” I said out loud, “you’re completely overwhelmed” and turned off the lights. The smell of waffles with syrup woke me up; the sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. I put on an old, faded sweatshirt and went downstairs, "what cook is a doc?" I asked with a wink. My mother's warm smile spread across her face, strawberries and whipped cream where on the table, golden waffles rest on a white plate..