Hmm…how to start, well, I'm Lucy and my mother planned this vacation without telling anyone! I mean, I have a life, you know? He doesn't think about anyone, he says it will be fun, but in reality it won't be. He says he knows what is in my best interest but he doesn't know, he should have asked me if I wanted to go, because I don't want to. Although I wouldn't have minded going somewhere for the summer, but I had already planned things like going to friends' houses, shopping, and sitting around doing nothing. My father didn't want to go either; he complained of being too busy. But mom had made up her mind, she told everyone to pack their bags, we're leaving tomorrow. I didn't even know where we were going except that I filled the suitcase with clothes and put it in the trunk of the car. I climbed into the leather-covered car seats, with my trusty pillow and blanket. Before I knew it, I woke up about… about an hour later. I looked out the window at the grass blowing in the wind, the sky blue like a lake, without a cloud in the sky. I sat right "dad, where are we going?", the car was silent for a couple of minutes, then I heard my father's deep voice "where are we going to Spring Lake". It looked nice, I thought hopefully there was a lake and it wasn't just the name of the park. "How long until we arrive?" I heard the squeak of my mother's high pitched voice "quickly darling, quick". I decided I should sleep, since my parents had been no help in telling me when we would get to Spring Lake. Another hour later I felt the car rock and the seat belt tighten around my waist, I sat down and stretched out my arms, I noticed the car was parked and the engine was off. In front of us is a double-decker cabin, just like Lincoln trunks, I undid my seat belt and got out of the car... middle of paper... at Waka Beach. I opened the photos app and waited; soon there was the body, still 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 crime movies before and whoever solves the mystery always gets caught or hurt, even though they always catch the bad guy in the end. No one becomes a mystery solver overnight, "Lucy," I said out loud, "you're in way in over your head," and turned off the lights. The smell of waffles with syrup woke me up; the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud left in the sky. I put on an old worn out sweatshirt, "what kind of cook is the doctor?" I asked with a wink. My mother's warm smile spread across her face, strawberries and whipped cream while on the table, golden brown waffles rested on a white plate.