Sunday stared at my father. His eyes were a dark brown color, they were beautiful. But not now. Fog filled the room as he pulled out a cigarette, laughing coldly. He started to reach for Sunday's hair, but she ran. Her feet crossed and she feel rudely to the ground, dark brunette hair falling onto her tears. She flippped over onto her elbows, staring up at her father with those same exact brown eyes..
'' You idiot! Sunday! '' Screamed Daniella, kicking her sister. Sunday fell to the ground, and into the corner. Her sister, Daniella, hurt her a lot for annoying her. Sunday got up, rubbed her head, then asked out before her mother saw. Her mother was a horrible woman; Witch , Sunday thought, a evil nasty witch! Her boots creaked on the wood floor. Her mother, or shall she say Miss Fariy, never updated the house since 1960's when it was made. Sunday pulled something out of her wet rain coat, but quickly stuck it back in.
Sunday hissed something under her breath; a ugly bird had just hit her window. She questioned letting it die; but decided to get up and help it. She got up and picked up her rain jacket to hold it. She pulled open the window; the outside of her house was a bunch of ugly tree's that she used to play in when she was younger. Her father would always pick her up and let her climb to the very top.
She looked down at the base, noticing a very large bird. She reached her hand to pick it up, but it suddenly flew at her. Sunday screamed, ducking and scavenging to closet. Her breaths heavy, she peeked from behind her legs. The owl was floating gently in front of her. A letter stuck out of it's mouth.
Sunday reached her hand out to pull it out..
