A long time ago, before there was the modern TV,(to be detailed), there was a girl from a small town . In this town, there was a girl, Amy. She was 9 years old, and everyday was the same for her. She had a routine, no, a cycle. Her day consisted of waking up, having an unusually small breakfast, walking to school, walk home, stop at an apple stand for an apple, which she ate on her way home, stop at a wishing  well* and throw a coin in, listening to the splash as the coin went in, and then went home, ate an unusually large dinner, did her homework and finished just in time to listen to the last 15 minutes of her favorite radio program before going to bed. She had no friends and everyday was legitimately the same, just the way she loved it.

        One day, on her way home from school, she crossed the road to get an apple from the stand. In the dead middle of the street, as the she caught the attention of the man at the stand, she stopped, smiled and waved to him, but the mans smile went from a smile to a scared expression of terror, she was confused why, but she soon found out. Just as she started walking again, a white van* (that made a weird clunking like rumbling sound) hit her from her side, killing her,as it drove right over her, and kept driving.

       It took less then a month for Amy to be buried. Her parents were devastated, and her killer was never caught. However, when Amy passed, she never rested. She kept to her cycle, she would always go to school, no one noticing her in the corner of the room (not that they could ever see her), she would walk home, take an apple from the stand, (not that this act ever went noticed by the man),went to the well to throw a coin, went home (not that her parents could see her) listen to her program (she could do no homework, so she listened to the whole thing) and she was happy. But one day, she went to the stand, to find there was none, this devastated her, because she enjoyed this small stop and it impacted her day, but she did her best to keep to this cycle. Until one day, the well started to smell awful*, and a few months later, the well was drained, and no joy was made from throwing coins in it. Mad for identical reasons as before, she did her best to keep doing her shortened cycle. She did for a while, until one day, her program was cancelled. The voice on the radio said "Due to the new Techni Color Television, this program will no longer be aired on your radio device." This was all she could take, she could easily find a TV and watch her program, but her cycle would be destroyed. The cycle was the only thing keeping her from resting. Anger infused her, so she went on a rampage, she grabbed the radio, and threw it to the ground, but it did not even break. This just angered her more. She ran out of the house, in the middle of the road. She was breathing heavy not knowing what to do. She turned to her right, and a white van (barley visible) was coming towards her. She was dead, but for some reason, she was scared as it got closer. Just before it hit, she realized something, the only thing keeping her from resting was her cycle, and she broke it, now she had to rest for ever, but she didn't want to. In seconds, the van hit her, and she felt it, she was dead....again. She now for ever rested.