Part I chapter I

Everything started that spring day, when that station brought with it the beauty accompanied by a melody, that one day, without prior notice would change the Isabel's world completely.

That year his grandparents had decided to move to his hometown. In the tenth

birthday of Isabel, they prepared everything to undertake the return. They were eager

to return their simple life in the town. When to asked Isabel, that she seemed the idea

of leaving the big city for go to live in rural place, she did not annoy the idea; she did not care at all, after all he had nothing or noone to keep her in that city. All that was enough was his collection of books and the company of his grandparents.

It was the beginning of a new period of school. Isabel started another semester at her school life in a totally new school. When she got the classroom, the gazes of her new companions rested on her for a second, however, the look faded in an instant. The

mood and bustle of his new companions focused on the dialogue the kept a lively conversation, so the presence of Isabel upon entering, it was some of little importance.

Taking a seat at the end of the fifth row, Isabel sat down. Seeing the group of girls and guys who were agglomerated, she could not avoid hearing what they were saying.

They spoke of a strange noise that came out beyond the forest of the gears. That strange sound that always produced at the midnight during the first week of spring

- I heard it last night guys, produced a melody and in the end he finished producing a loud noise. Every year when the spring begins at midnight he is hear- Said Tom, a

brunette boy whit the brown hair.

Isabel listened attentively to what they say, that woke up his curiosity.

- I hear it too- exclaimed Sandy, a red-hair girl with his freckles on the face.

Questions and queries arose incessantly, that topic of conversation it was certainly something that impressed the children.

The sound of footsteps approaching, alerted everyone. By the door entered a young woman dressed elegantly. In her hands, she held several books. Immediately,

everyone went back to their seats quickly to the to realize that this woman was their new teacher.

After a brief introduction, Isabel learned the name of her new teacher and her classmates, and in turn, they learned theirs in when they asked her to introduce herself. What he started the classes; which It transcurred monotonously and repetitively for her.

At the end of the school, Isabel went straight home to help his grandparents in the store. They owned a greengrocer where she also sold flowers. They had dedicated t themselves to it before moving to the city. When they went to the town right after Isabel was born, they had closed their business, and upon returning, they quickly re-

established it again along with the help of the townspeople, who despite their long

absence still remembered the old days of that pleasant establishment as well as the owners.

When he got home, she left her backpack at the entrance of the store and put on a green apron over the school uniform.

- How was it today honey? - Asked her grandmother, a 60 years old woman who

the old age was just beginning to accentuate on her face.

- It was good, the new teacher is nice- Isabel answered taking a

box containing jars of strawberry jelly.

- And yours classmates?

- Well, the truth is that they are simpler and less superficial than the

children of the city.

- I have a good feeling about this place, for sure you will do many

friends here.

- You know that's what matters the least to me, mom, besides, it doesn't matter where I am, I will always be different from others. I think it would have been betterh having accepted the offer to skip the last two degrees before coming here, so maybe high school classes wouldn't seem so boring that

those of primary.

- We already talked about that darling, I know you are very intelligent and I am proud of that, but what I want most is that you enjoy your school time, you see that when you grow up and go to college you will thank me. The best stage of school

life is to create great memories, and you must create the yours-said her grandmother giving her a radiant smile, making the small lines in her eyes will be accentuated.

At night in her room, Isabel spent most of her time reading history books and mystery

novels. Losing between paragraphs and passages, the memory of the conversation

about the strange melody and the her roar kept coming back to her head over and over again, preventing her from concentrating in reading it. There were a few minutes until midnight came, closing the book he was holding in his hands, he placed it on the bedside table that rested next to her bed, she stood up and went to the window. She knew that the things her friends talked about were just fantasies and superstitions of

children, however, their common sense did not avoid that she was curious to know what it was about that she so much her classmates were talking today in class.

Trying to stay awake, Isabel waited patient near the window, hear if what they said was true. The minutes happened, Isabel began to think that it was an apocryphal myth, the clock on his bedside table read more than midnight, but nothing

it happened. Isabel yawned going back to bed to sleep as she said:

"I guess it was a myth after all." But before getting into the bed, what she expected began to sound.

The melody of a violin emanated notes that floated in the air, scattering

the beauty of her, and entering Isabel's room. She quickly walked over to her

window and she began to revel in those beautiful notes. Never she before she had

heard something so beautiful in her life. kreutzer, chopin, liebesleid, it was like getting lost among a variety of those composers, that by putting them together

something unique and wonderful emerged.

The moonlight bathed her room. and while her gaze settled more beyond the forest,

trying to find where she came, all she could to spot was the black silhouette of the

trees. But the magic lasted only a few minutes while Isabel was still at the window,

waiting for repeat itself. The wait seemed eternal, even so, nothing happened, the

melody did not sound again. Instead, was replaced by a great noise what shook his

ears. After that, it was all over, and since that night, he did not hear nothing else, only silence and the unanimous symphony of the crickets.

That same night, Isabel began to dream. She was in the middle of a forest, the forest of gears perhaps. the melody called her, while she went into that thick forest, the sound was heard closer and closer. Running in a hurry she arrived in front of a lake.

A Huge gray door at the water's edge loomed in front of her. Isabel approached and

placed her hand on the door, she could feel that, what she called she was behind that huge door, but when she was at about to enter the alarm clock sounded preventing to know that meaning.