"Annie! Annie! Over here, look! I found something!" A young girl cried. Her soft brown ringlets bounced around her face as she spun and looked at the other, older girl. The other girl, who we assume is Annie, turned and smiled at the young one. Being thirteen and the grown up of the house since their mother died, Annie was always looking out for the younger girl. They had moved from the countryside to London for their father's work, and while Annie had to admit their new house was nice, she missed her old school and her old friends.
"What is it Marie?" she said in a kind voice. They were playing in the back garden of their new home, underneath an old apple tree. The younger girl, Marie, was digging around in the dirt, slowly becoming grubbier and grubbier. She dragged the older girl, her darling big sister whom she adored, over to the tree. She pointed to the tiny bits of green and yellow sticking out. she had a green ring on her chubby finger.
"How pretty!" Exclaimed Annie. She put one of the green rings on at her sister's request. They glowed like no other. Slowly, as if enchanted by the tiny flecks of yellow through the dirt, Marie leant down and dug through the dirt again, but this time clinging to her sister's hand. Annie looked down, and reached out to touch a tiny yellow speck. As her finger touched it she felt a jerking and whirling around her, a rushing of water, thrill of fear and then nothing.