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Chapter One: When everything's going your way!
Anna sighed and pulled on her tall black pointed hat and black cape. She drew a deep, long-suffering breath and sighed.
It was Halloween and she was going trick-or-treating with her brothers, just as they did every year. Every year Anna dressed as a witch, simply because it was easy. Every year she wore the same black plastic hat and every year she cut a black bin liner in half and wore it as a cloak. It really was getting rather tiresome.
"BOO!" came the shout from behind her, just as it did every year.
"Ahhgg help," muttered Anna scowling. He brother in a white sheet was seriously NOT scary.
"I scared you, I did, I did, you screamed!" he giggled dancing around her. Anna sighed.
"Come on, we won't get any sweets if we don't hurry up and there's something I want to watch on TV later." She grabbed his arm and pulled him down the street.
The first house they came to was, quite predictably, their next door neighbours.
"Hello dears," she crooned. "Why don't we look scary today! Would you like some cake?"
Anna stood stock still, fuming. She knew perfectly well that their Halloween costumes were completely lame and uninteresting and the cake looked as though it had been festering in a cupboard for some considerable time anyway. In fact, Anna thought to herself, it would be a god send if the cake just toppled out of Mrs Albert's hands and they weren't forced to pretend they were enjoying it. Yes, she really wished the cake would just tip onto the floor.
CRASH!
Anna was awoken from her daydreams by a loud clattering and a mutter of "Oopsy daisies," from old Mrs Albert. The ancient cake was spread across the floor in a mangled mess. Mrs Albert looked flustered and flapped her hand in dismay.
"Flew from my hands it did, just flew from my hands, now what can I give you children to make up for it?" She thrust her hand into the pocket of her apron and drew out a crumpled up five pound note. (A/N: Sorry people who use a different currency, you will have to work it out for yourselves. I'm rubbish at money translation charts.)
"Split this between you dears," muttered Mrs Albert and she hurried away to find a dustpan and brush.
"What happened anyway?" asked Anna, stifling a giggle as her and her brother hurried down the path.
"It's like she said," he sounded surprised. "It just flew out of her hands, up into the air and landed on the floor!
Anna shook her head in disbelief, this must be her lucky day or something!
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(A/N): I know it's short but it is just an introduction to Anna really.
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Chapter One: When everything's going your way!
Anna sighed and pulled on her tall black pointed hat and black cape. She drew a deep, long-suffering breath and sighed.
It was Halloween and she was going trick-or-treating with her brothers, just as they did every year. Every year Anna dressed as a witch, simply because it was easy. Every year she wore the same black plastic hat and every year she cut a black bin liner in half and wore it as a cloak. It really was getting rather tiresome.
"BOO!" came the shout from behind her, just as it did every year.
"Ahhgg help," muttered Anna scowling. He brother in a white sheet was seriously NOT scary.
"I scared you, I did, I did, you screamed!" he giggled dancing around her. Anna sighed.
"Come on, we won't get any sweets if we don't hurry up and there's something I want to watch on TV later." She grabbed his arm and pulled him down the street.
The first house they came to was, quite predictably, their next door neighbours.
"Hello dears," she crooned. "Why don't we look scary today! Would you like some cake?"
Anna stood stock still, fuming. She knew perfectly well that their Halloween costumes were completely lame and uninteresting and the cake looked as though it had been festering in a cupboard for some considerable time anyway. In fact, Anna thought to herself, it would be a god send if the cake just toppled out of Mrs Albert's hands and they weren't forced to pretend they were enjoying it. Yes, she really wished the cake would just tip onto the floor.
CRASH!
Anna was awoken from her daydreams by a loud clattering and a mutter of "Oopsy daisies," from old Mrs Albert. The ancient cake was spread across the floor in a mangled mess. Mrs Albert looked flustered and flapped her hand in dismay.
"Flew from my hands it did, just flew from my hands, now what can I give you children to make up for it?" She thrust her hand into the pocket of her apron and drew out a crumpled up five pound note. (A/N: Sorry people who use a different currency, you will have to work it out for yourselves. I'm rubbish at money translation charts.)
"Split this between you dears," muttered Mrs Albert and she hurried away to find a dustpan and brush.
"What happened anyway?" asked Anna, stifling a giggle as her and her brother hurried down the path.
"It's like she said," he sounded surprised. "It just flew out of her hands, up into the air and landed on the floor!
Anna shook her head in disbelief, this must be her lucky day or something!
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(A/N): I know it's short but it is just an introduction to Anna really.