My room 101
I woke up. Was i dead? To be honest i wish i was. The first thing my eyes gazed at was the worst thing in the world. Luminous red hair as frizzy as a poodle, Eyes greener than the grass when it grows in the summer time, a nose as big and red as a tomato, With enormous lips as bright as the sun (probably the same colour as its hair), white suffocating its lips, Teeth as sharp as knifes. Oh and the smell. Gosh. It smelt like it just dived into a pile of hairspray. The taste trying to choke me to my grave. I strolled to it steadily clenching my fists wanting to sprint out of the door, but... there was no way out.
Stuck in a room with the worst thing in the world. That thing was a clown. It stood there gawking at me. i had blood pouring of my smooth, delicate hands landing with a 'splash!' raising its tiny hand just to point at me. What is it doing? Was zooming through my mind over and over again. Then it spoke. "Come here my child" i could feel all my blood dashing to my brain, thinking if i go there what would happen? So i stood there like a statue. It raised its hand even higher, annihilate of its makeup. It could taste my fear. I couldn't believe it for my eyes...
Her eyes gleaming in the light like golden stars. Her face glittering, her hair as brown as milk chocolate but as silky as a piece of thread. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. Horrified she fell to the floor. I rushed over to see if she was ok. There was another me running away from her. There was a wooden spike in her back. I didn't know what to do for a while, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I killed my mother...