Sara Aquilla

Sara Aquilla was the product of a beautiful women from a prominent family in a city near Akron Ohio. Sara never got to know the women well, because her mother died when she was just a year old. Her mother was donating her time to a soup kitchen down town, when a group of unknown people shot up the church she was in. It was a horrific scene with over a dozen being brought out in bags.

Police were hard pressed to find any information on the shooters, and the case went cold. It floated to the bottom of an ever increasing list of gang related shootings in the city. Later in life Sara took solice in the fact that she was so young. She thought it was better to lose without understanding you ever had something to begin with. It was a much healthier approach than the poor girls father.

Alexander will get his own story in these pages, but he hold the key to Sara’s issues in the present. Alexander only had two people that he loved more than any in the world. His wife was the second of the two he met in the United States. Later in his life he had anything he could ever imagine, but never can fill the hole his wife’s murder left inside him. After her death he refused to acknowledge her exsistance completely. Not even telling her only daughter her name.

A year later, Alexander moved with his daughter to Miami Florida. The other precious person to the Aquilla family visited with his family every summer. When Sara turned 6 a dear family friend gave her a picture of her mother, and sent the girl into an astounding depression. The next few years Sara was arrested for grand theft auto at the age of 8. Arrested for smoking marijuana at school when she was 11. Finally at 13 years old, her life made a drastic turn.

Her father didn’t say much before they left Miami. Only that something horrible had happened. They packed up their house, and moved back to the same little town in Ohio where tragedy had torn apart Sara’s family. The night they arrived, Sara saw a gruesome scene magnify in her father’s front windshield.

There was a car burning and charred on the side of the road. There were cops everywhere, and Sara had to take it all in bit by bit. Finally it struck her that the car was familiar to her. It was the same kind of car the family of her oldest friend had driven. Without a thought, she ran from her father’s vehicle and darted under the police tape. Face to face she hoped she was crazy, but finally there his face loomed in a ambulance. Sara ran to him and threw herself into him.

“Andrew what happened, what is going on”

Andrew said nothing did nothing. Alexander walked up behind the two young children, bonded in agony for the rest of their lives. Alexander walked away with a police officer to fill out some paper work, but Sara wouldn’t leave Andrew’s chest. She sobbed loudly into his gotten shirt. Finally Andrew moved his hand, only to stroke Sara’s hair.

“Everything is gone but you Sara, and you have to stay forever now” Andrew said without any emotion in his face or voice.

Sorry this one got rushed guys. Things are pretty busy today but I want to get something out now for you guys to read. I really hope you guys enjoy.


Andrew Alita was only twelve years old when his life broke into pieces. He was a sick kid who didnt have a whole lot of friends. Countless times in his life he spent months on end it hospital beds around the Northeastern Ohio region. If it wasn’t pneumonia, it was a broken bone, or some virus sweeping the area.

For most other kids it would have made school difficult, but it was never a problem for Andrew. He never got held back a grade, even with his large absence rate. But, thus particular day was in July. It wasn’t hospital bad today, but when he couldn’t go with his family to eat that night. It was just more video game time in Andrew’s mind.

One it got dark, he started to worry why no one was home yet. He made his way to the landline in the kitchen and tried his father’s cellphone. There was no answer, and he found the same with his mother’s. He tried to dismiss the thought and go back to his game, but something deep down kept grasping at his attention. That’s when the cop cars and an ambulance went down the road that the Alita family lived on.

Andrew’s heart held on to slender hope that it had nothing to do with him, but even at 12, he knew this not to be the case. He took off out of his front door, and ran barefoot down the road after the police. He didn’t have to go very far. The scene opened slowly infront of him.

The mass of metal resembled a globe more than a car. It had apparently lost traction on the slick tar road, and spin until it met a tree with the front bumper. That in itself wouldn’t have been fatal, but something had ignited the gasoline in the tank. Andrew was later told that his family had died instantly, as if it was suppose to bring the child some solice. It never did.

The smell hit him before anything else, and caused him to lose what little he was able to keep down. He darted around police and EMT’s until he was inside the yellow tape. Gravity thickened around him as he approached the wreckage, and brought him to his knees. Andrew’s mind started processing the information with all possible power it possessed. It doused his hearing, took away his touch, and focused it all on the image infront of him. He looked down to his hands which were gripping his father’s bule Nokia phone.

That’s the day something inside of him broke. An evil born deep in his being that would crumble the little patchwork on sanity he would cling on to. An EMT put a hand on the child’s shoulder and attempted to move his away from the gruesome scene of gore and metal scrap. Andrew let out a guttural scream that could only be described later as animalistic. He thrashed at the man before returning to the scene. When adults finally got him to look away, they noticed his pupils had completely eclipsed his eyes. Seconds later he feel unconcious.

My name is Gareth James. I’m 24 years old, and I work on a golf course in North Eastern Florida. I’ve always had a large passion for writing, and I have finally come to a point where I can hold something I wrote in my hands. I’m hoping that introducing you guys to some back story of the characters in my book will bring you incite into the essence of the story. And hopefully make you guys want to share this adventures of Andrew Alita with me. I have to thank Kate for inviting me to write on the blog, and share this with all of you. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.