The laughter engulfed me as I sat craddled in the corner. My hands were over my ears trying to block the noise out. I didn't want to hear it. It just needed to stop. The kids were always dong that: laughing. Somthing I did always seemed to amuse them. The taunting of the laughter didn't escape me. I knew they were laughing at me instead of with me like they insisted.
"Liza! Liza! She's a fool. No one wants her in this school!" The other 3rd graders chanted around me. I had to block out the noise somhow so I started singing the song my mother sang to me when I was younger.
"Ring around the Rosie," After I sang this the kids ariund me started to levitate in the air. The were still holding hands and in a cricle around me. "Pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes," after I sang these words, individual fires started within each of the kids. They all started screaming as the fire slowly engulfed them. "We all fall down." After I finished my song the circle of children fell at my feet.
I don't know why I wouldn't stop singing, but I do know that I felt like I had to finish the song. Something was telling me to keep singing. Once I stopped though I realized what I had done. All the kids were charred, burnt to crisps. Some were complete ashes. They were all spread out around me, taunting me for the pain I had caused them.
Once the full realization donned on me I started bawling. How could I do something like this? Why would I do something like this? I couldnt let anyone know what I had done so I ran. Ran away from the people that would question. The people that would hurt me more.
I ran away from the now empty playground and into the forest beside it. I needed to get away.
That was a year ago and Liza has not been heard of since. Stories are told about what this child has done since then. This is the story of what she did to uer family.
