Hi you guys!
First story first try and first some important points:
1. English is not my mother tongue, so please if there are mistakes don´t be angry.
2. I don´t own `Rise of the Guardians´!
3. Read and review!
4. Enjoy!
Read you
Litle Waterboiler
Jack, I´m scared
"Go, get fresh water." That was her exercise. It really should have been easy. But it wasn´t.
Emma bited her lower lip while she lifted the heavy bucket up the hill. Why did they move the house again? Because their father had died last winter. And this winter...
"No! Don´t think about it!" Emma told herself. The eight-year-old stobbed herself from crying again. Her hands hurt. The bucket was too heavy fo her small hands but she didn´t stop. Jack wouldn´t have stopped either. And again there were the tears.
Emma had cried a lot since yesterday. But tears wouldn´t bring her brother back. She needed to continue, for herself and for her mother. Other way they would die. And her beloved brother wouldn´t have wanted that.
Emma held the bucket in the little river and let it be filled with the clear, ice cold water. Water in which...
She bited her upper lip until it started to bleed. "I need to stop thinking about it" she told herself again. The red liquid tasted salty but she didn´t stop. She hated herself for what has happend, but she couldn´t change the past.
Frustrated Emma kicked the waterbucket and –what happend of course- it fell down and rolled down the hill. "No!" Emma cursed and ran after it. "Stay here, come back!" she yelled but the bucket didn´t listen to her.
Finally they were down the hill and both –bucket and girl- stopped. In front of them there was a frozen lake. THE frozen lake Emmas brother drowned in just yesterday. The moon was clear to see reflected from the ice.
Why am I here again? Emma cried silently to herself, tears coming up in her chocolate-brown eyes. Why Jack?
This was not fair! Jack never did do anything wrong! He aways made her and the other kids smile. If Emma learned anything in her short life than it wasthat fate is cruel.
The full moon shone down on the little girl who sat sobbing on the edge of the lake.
"Jack, I´m scared. I don´t know what we should do" she wispered. "I´m lost. I know we will die, me and Momma. Why did you have to leave us alone. Jack, please...Jack, I´m scared." The last pat was only heard by herself. It was a silent cry for help, just like yesterday.
Emma was strong, yes, but not strong enough. She was only a little girl.
An now she was all alone.
"Jack, I´m scared."
"I know, I know. But you are not going to fall in. Would I ever trick you?"
"Yes, you always play tricks!"
"But not this time, I promise. You have to believe in me."
"I do believe in you, Jack" the little girl wispered. "I always will. But plese come back. I believe in you, Jack..."
Emma stopped because suddenly there was a big loud CRACK.