Click

That's the sound of a camera. The sound of a picture being taken. The song this machine plays, right before it captures a moment forever. For memory, for people you never want to forget…or maybe for art?

Two of those are my purposes for photography. Can you guess which two? That's right.

My name is Gabrielle (pronounced Gabriel) Frost. I'm fourteen going on a thousand. My passion is photography, as you probably can tell, but this is my story, meaning I can say whatever the hell I want.

Got it?

Good.

I just moved to this little crappy town called Derry. Away from big city livin'. No cell phones…no palm pilots. You're lucky to find a damned computer in this place. I've got one that I used. Doesn't collect dust…I'll leave it at that.

Anyway…where was I? Derry? Oh yes.

It's probably all my fault why we moved here…

No, I don't feel like talking about it now, thanks. I get enough sympathy from the stupid teachers and counselors and that know it all principle at that stupid Derry high school. I've been there for two weeks, and no one has bothered to talk to me. Not like I care…I haven't been going out of my way to attract attention to myself either. Maybe I'm trying to prove something to my mom. Maybe I'm trying to convince her that we need to a town more…up to date with the world outside of them. Yes, I'm calling Derry primitive.

It's not that I hate this place…I don't. Really.

I just miss the people in my old town. I miss the person I used to be. Most of all…I miss talking!

Not that I was a chatterbox at my old school mind you…well I actually kind of was.

Back to the point. Sorry 'bout that. Got side tracked again.

Click.

I snap another shot of a set of trees, curved oddly, toward the sky. Maybe it makes me crazy, but everything is beautiful to me. Everyone and everything. Maybe it's because I'm not that good looking myself, but that's besides the point. Oh and I said my name was Gabrielle right? Yeah, thought so.

Anyway…this is my story. A story of romance, horror, pain, death, and terror. Try not to be too afraid and if you hear anything around you that sounds like "You'll float too." Run as fast as you can…or you may end up with a story of your own.