The Last Time

Olivia Santos moves to a small town to live with her father after her mother was murdered. He has a new family now, and Olivia hates him for getting to start again. After a while she needs to escape, and this is how she finds herself at the tree.
The beautiful tree, with the beautiful river, and after a while the beautiful boy.
But when Olivia's father starts acting weird, and his new wife starts sharing her secrets, and then Olivia is kidnapped, things go a little loopy.
Who is Olivia's dad, really?
What does he want from Olivia?


2. Changes





by Millie Walker







5 years ago I would have said I was a good girl. But a lot changed.  My hair has gone a lighter shade of brown and now has curls, I have moved house, and I have good friends. But all of this is nothing compared to the fact my dad is ceasing to exist and my Mum is dead.

Last week police men showed at my house and told me my Mum was found in the back of someone’s backyard, floating lifeless in their pool. I fell to the floor, crying like I had lost everything in this stupid world. But I pretty much did, she was all I had left.

All of these changes have lead me to one horrible thing;

I have to live with my father. Who I haven’t seen or spoken to for 5 years.


“Are you sure you are okay with this?” Kelly asked, whilst sitting on my suitcase so it would shut easier.

“I don’t know, Kelly,” I shrugged.

“Well, you know you can call me every day. I’ll always be here to talk.”

“Thanks Kel,” I smiled. She really was the best friend I had. She was so loyal, and it made me sick to think I will spend more than 3 days without her. I stood up and hugged her.

“See ya, Liv! I’ll miss you like crazy!” she squeeled, whilst pretending to cry.  I laughed at her horrible attempt at this, and picked up the suitcase.

I walked towards the taxi that was to take me to my new home, my father’s home. I turned back and saw Kelly smiling at me. I did a small wave and hopped into the taxi.

In the rearview mirror I could see the driver of the vehicle and I asked him, “How long will this drive take?”

He replied, “9 hours.”

I gulped.


We drove for what felt like 10 years. Until I see the driver eye me and say, “We’ve reached the town now.”

I jerk my head up and look out the window. All I see it grassland and paddocks. Oh, and a few cows, but nothing exciting. Why isn’t anything in my life exciting?

“How long until we reach the house?” I say.

“About 1 minute.”

I was dreading seeing my father. What was his life like now? Did he have a new wife? Was he nice?

We pull into the driveway of a two story home about 40 seconds later. Its windows were barely see-able behind the huge trees. I thanked the taxi driver and grabbed my bag. I walked as slow as I could to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and approximately 1 second later the big wooden door opened, showing a bearded man who was very tall. Brown hair and skinny waist. It took me a moment to realise who he was.

He smiled at me and said, “Hello, Olivia. My beautiful daughter.”

Here goes.















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