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Ella lay in her room, sobbing into her hands. Only an hour ago, she had recieved the news that her beloved parents had died in a car accident. A truck had turned over on its side, flattening them. They had died instantly, the man told her- as if that was meant to help. The beautiful car, the car she had ridden in so many times- the car she had learned to drive in... it was gone. The car her sister- a fresh round of tears formed in her eyes at the thought of her sister..
Maria, her sister, had died only a few months before- in the September 11 terrorist attacks. She had started her job as an intern that day, on the thirty second floor. She would have lived, if it hadn't been for the day before. Maria had tripped on the carpet covering the steps- it was quite old, and had been torn up -and fell, breaking her ankle as well. She was very good, she refused to stay home- even though their mother begged her not to go, saying she would hurt herself even more. And then she died, because of the crutches, it took twice as long, so it was as though she was twice as high up, on the sixty fourth floor..
And now, Ella's whole family was gone. All except her Aunt May, and her three daughters. Sixteen year old twins, Suzanne and Mandee, and an eighteen year old- Helene. Suzanne and Mandee were the lesser of the two evils, but they still weren't as nice as Maria had been. They were, as mean people go, rather good. But sadly, Aunt May was the only living relative of Ella- and that meant that she had to go live with her.
Ella spent her time writing in her journal. She wrote fantasies of ways to get rid of Aunt May and Helene. She figured that, without Aunt May or Helene, Suzanne and Mandee would probably be nice to her. Ella's favorite way to get rid of her aunt and cousin was to send them to Afghanistan, where they would be poor. Poor, and tortured. Unable to show off their beauty, unable to be loved. Maybe by some goats, but not by humans. Helene lived for love.. as did Aunt May. Ever since Aunt May's husband had divorced her, she had been single. But Ella knew what May wanted..
I wish they were dead. Its too bad Aunt May had to stay home and care for Helene the day of the attacks. Otherwise she might have died in the Pentagon. Or at the very least, been injured enough to make her be nice..
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