Sometimes people had a tendency to really frustrate me. It was quite annoying really, I always tried my best to keep my cool. To not lash out, or to break something. Typically, I was good about controlling my temper. I had my problems and other people had theirs. I just didn't like it when theirs worsened mine. People learned to stay away from me when I was angry. Much like I learned to stay away from Ravyn when she was. I was glad I could get away from that with my friends sometimes. And I'm even more happy that I had more than one friend, because sometimes, another caused my anger.

Today, Hudson and I were exploring the farm. Ravyn had refused to give us any information about the land. She was still upset about Oakley. Which made sense, but she was still entitled to her own opinions and I wasn't going to fight her. I'd rather deal with Ravyn than Trent. Ugh, just thinking about him got my blood boiling.

"Hey, Noah I think I got something." Hudson told me. He walked into mine and Ashley's room and handed me an old journal. It was leather bound and seemed to have floral embroideries on the bottom left hand corner. It was a pretty old thing, and I couldn't help but wonder what it contained.

He leaned against the old door frame and stared as I flipped it over and thumbed through a few of the pages. "What's this got to do with anything?" Inside the journal I found diary entries upon diary entries and even a few drawings. The writer was very eloquent with their words, and seemed to have a talent for writing.

"This farm," he took the journal out of my grasps and opened to a specific page. A rough drawing of a map was sketched onto the beige paper. "It used to be a peach farm. We're here." He pointed onto the box labeled. "The peach orchard is somewhere over here. What do you say we go and check it out?" He smirked and shoved the journal into my chest. He walked back out of the room expecting me to follow.

"Sounds good." I tucked the journal under my arm and walked down the stairs to the kitchen to find a bag or basket of some sort. If these peaches were any good, I'd like to be able to bring some back with us.

Hudson poked his head into the small kitchen. "You ready?" He asked.

I rummaged through one last cabinet before I found an old wicker basket on an antique lazy susan and we were off. We walked past this farm's barn and past the fields of what I assumed was wheat before we reached the orchard on the opposite side of the farm. We must have walked at least half a mile because my calves were burning a little when we arrived.

"Woah." I mumbled as I stared at what had to have been at least 30 rows of peach trees. A pale orange colored fruit were scattered throughout the trees. The dirt below was littered with fallen peaches and their pits. Hudson and I approached the same tree and began to look for any good ones. We had found somewhere around twenty of them before we filled the small basket.

As we made our way back, a half eaten peach in each hand, we decided to stop at the barn on the property. It took a few tries to get the old door open. Once we had managed, we were greeted by a rope swing and a bunch of unopened boxes.

I set down the basket of peaches and approached the boxes. Hudson on the other hand, was more interested in the rope swing. I opened one of the boxes to reveal bunches of shawls and clothes. In a different box, I found photo albums and more. The boxes didn't seem to have anything that interested me so I moved on, and beckoned for Hudson to follow me back to the house.

When we returned, we were greeted by a trashed house. Torn papers were thrown around the rooms and a broken vase was shattered below a table in the foyer.

"Ravyn!" I called. "Ash!" Hudson and I exchanged a worried look as we thought about what could have happened while we were gone. What if they were caught? Why did we even leave? I dropped the peach basket and we followed the mess up into the room where Hudson claimed he had found the journal.

"What are you doing?" Hudson yelled. Ravyn was in the room, ripping things off of shelves and throwing torn clothes across the room.

"Where is it?" She yelled at us. A fiery anger burned in her eyes, she looked crazed. She acted as if she needed to be in a straight jacket.

I turned to look at Hudson in confusion. "Where's," I turned back to her. "What now?"

"The journal." She went back to trashing the room. She threw object after object at the walls. "It's missing!"

"This dumb thing?" Hudson pulled the old journal out of his jacket and showed it to her. She looked up and sighed in relief. The rage in her eyes didn't leave though, she stood up and snatched the journal out of his hands.

Hudson cowered back a little when she got real close to his face, "Don't you touch this. Ever." She left the room and slammed the door behind her.

"What the hell was that about?" I scream-whispered to my friend.

He shook his head, "As if I know...."

We stood in her room, putting back knick-knacks and small boxes. Only one area of her room was untouched. The shelf held many more journals, all with similar floral embroideries. I could only assume they were all connected. We weren't sure what had caused Ravyn's freak out, but I had a feeling it ran deeper than the stupid journal.