Yes, it is I, with a new story :D This is my first angst/horror story :D Hope you enjoy xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid or McDonalds or a voodoo doll

Find a pin and stick it in...
Find a pin and stick it in...

Rin spotted the sign as soon as she came turned into her street from the main road. She kept walking along the street, her shoulder-length blonde hair bouncing in the chill of the fading November light. Her eyes scanned the square board at the top of the tall, white-painted post standing beside her gate. It hadn't been there when she had left for school that morning, but she had a nasty feeling she knew what kind of sign it was.

She stopped by the gate and looked up at it in disgust. FOR SALE, the sign said in large letters. Below them were the name and phone number of an estate agent.

Rin scowled. She pushed through the gate and stomped down the cobble path to the house. Her footsteps resonated through the still air. She fumbled her key out of her coat pocket, opened the door, went into the hall and slammed it behind her. She dumped her schoolbag at the bottom of the stairs.

"Mum!" she yelled. "Mum, where are you?"

The kitchen was empty, the sound of the kettle boiling accompanied it. The back door was wide open and Rin went into the garden. Her mother was raking fallen leaves, piling them up on the scruffy patch of grass they called the lawn. Mum turned and smiled at her.

"Why is that sign outside?" Rin asked. "You didn't tell me anything about selling the house. You can't do it. I won't let you!"

"I told you last week the estate agent was coming" Mum said, her smile faltering. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, and she was wearing jeans tucked into Wellington boots, and an old hooded coat.

"You chose to ignore me, that's all. I know it's hard for you, but we simply can't put it off any more"

"I don't want to move" said Rin, her scowl deepening, her voice as determined as she could make it sound. "I've lived here my whole life"

"But things have changed, Rin" said Mum. She started raking leaves again, her movements brisk and busy. "This house is too big for just the two of us, and it's certainly far too expensive for me to run on my own. And now that your father and I have decided to get a..."

"I'm not listening!" Rin yelled, clamping her hands over her ears. She knew Mum's next word would be 'divorce', and she couldn't bear to hear it.

Mum stopped raking and looked round.

"Oh, Rin" she said, reaching out to touch her daughter's cheek.

"You're going to have to get used to the idea some time, hun. It doesn't have to be the end of the world, does it?"

"It might be for me" said Rin, uncovering her ears and swaying back to avoid her mother's hand. "But then nobody cares what I think, do they?"

They stood in silence, the last few leaves that clung onto the age-old trees swaying about and the sky above them darkening with clouds the deep purple of fresh bruises, the chill autumn air laced with the faint smoky smell of old bonfires.

Rin shivered and crossed her arms.

"I care" Mum said. "In fact, I'm worried about you. You never see your friends any more, you sit in that room of yours too much, and you seem so...angry all the time" she waited for Rin to say something, but Rin stayed silent. "Ok" Mum said. "Let me finish out here, then we'll sit down and have a little chat, like we used to when you came home from school. You go and get changed and put get the tea ready. I put the kettle on, so it should be done. I could murder a cup of tea"

"I don't want a little chat," Rin snapped. "I've got homework to do"

She turned on her heel and marched into the house. She took off her coat and slung it over the banisters, grabbed her bag, stomped upstairs and barged into her room. She dropped her bag and sat on her desk, jabbing the 'power' button of her stereo system. The radio was tuned to her favourite station, and music flowed from the orange speakers- the current single by a band she liked.

But even with the sweet symphonic sound coming from her stereo system, Rin barely paid attention to it. The sweet, smooth voices a mere background murmer to the furious thoughts filling her mind.

'Things have changed' Mum has said.

They certainly have.

Angry? You bet she was angry. After what had happened, she had a perfect right to be.

Until a year before, Rin had believed they were a happy family of three. Of course, her parents had been moody with each other sometimes, and argued quite a lot. But all mums and dads argued, didn't they? Then the rows had suddenly got worse, and one terrible week they had gone on and on – until they had ended with Dad walking out. At that time, Mum had been too upset to tell Rin much. But what she had said had been more than enough.

Dad had a girlfriend; someone at his office. A woman called Lily.

Rin remembered how she'd felt when she had first heard that name – shocked, disbelieving, hurt and, yes, angry. Very angry. It was several weeks before she could speak to her father on the phone, a couple of months before she would agree to see him, although he took her out most weekends now, to see a film, to eat at McDonald's, sometimes just to sit in the park and talk.

Not that Rin said much. She grunted single word replies to Dad's questions about school, and said nothing when he talked about the so-called Lily. And he did, a lot. Rin had wondered why he kept bringing her into the conversation; then gradually she'd begun to realise Dad wanted her to meet his girlfriend. But he'd only got the courage up a few times to ask, and so far Rin had responded with a look that said 'how dare you?'

She was sure things would never have changed if it hadn't been for...that woman.

Rin had seen her once. Dad had returned to collect more of his stuff, and Lily had sat outside in the car. Rin had hidden upstairs and peeked from behind a curtain. She'd studied Lily's tense profile, the pretty face her father fell for, the full, pink lips and dyed blonde hair burning themselves into her memory.

"So you'd like to get back at her?" a voice said, breaking into her thoughts. She wondered where the voice had come from, then realised it must be the DJ on the radio. Her name was Miku and she hosted an after-school phone-in. Rin thought Miku was cool, and her show was always interesting – people calling in to talk about problems with their problems with their parents or teachers or friends.

Rin stood up and started to change out of her school uniform.

"Yes, I would" a girl said, her voice coated with bitterness. "She's been so mean I've even been thinking of making a doll that looks like her and sticking pins in it"

"Whoa, a bit of the old voodoo magic!" said Miku, laughing. "Well, that won't make her want to be your best friend again, but if it helps you feel better..."

Rin was standing before the full-length mirror on her wardrobe, and paused halfway through pulling a sweater over her head. She'd just had a vision of a doll made to look exactly like Lily, a doll bristling with pins. Rin finished putting on the sweater, flicked her short hair out of the collar with a quick motion of her hands. She looked into her blue eyes in the mirror – and for an instant, they seemed to flash a fiery, scary yellow.

Needless to say, Rin was startled, and stepped back. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, then opened them, and cautiously looked in the mirror again. But the yellow had dissapeared and her eyes had reverted to their normal colour. She glanced round and saw that the window blind was raised, the last rays of the setting sun shining over the roofs of the houses on the other side of the street.

It must have been a reflection...

But it had been oddly disturbing. And something else was bothering her too. She couldn't get that image of the Lily doll out of her mind...

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