Chapter 1 - Aibileen

I click on to Microsoft Word, search down the long lists of discarded books that stretches back for years, since I was 6 years old and had begun to write. I sigh when I see the first story I ever wrote. I read through it, wondering how I ever managed to write such a bad story. It is riddled with spelling mistakes and is about 2 pages long. My grammar was terrible and the story is lacking even an average plot. I click back onto my current story and begin typing. Rain slowly rolls down the windows. I gaze outside, watching, the pitter patter against the pavement, when suddenly I see a pale boy outside my house. I look again and but he's disappeared. Just my imagination, I tell myself. But I can't help the nagging feeling that something's not quite right.