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"Still," muttered Girl, "This door sure is stubborn, like some kid I know."

When Girl said her words, the frozen torches began to melt, flaming suddenly.

One by one, their golden flames towered above the children, seemingly reaching to the sky.

The children stared aghast at the towering flames, entranced by their illusions. A warm and bubbly feeling spreading through their very core.

Their attention was broken, as they now stared at the giant steel door.

It opened silently, its steel shifting little, and there, lo and behold, was their entrance to the mansion.

Kellyn, gaped a little, before pointing at the opened gate.

"Did you see that!" He whispered.

"I have eyes so I suppose I do." Her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Both of them stood there for a while longer.

"Well?" Said Girl. "Ladies first."

Kellyn nodded, before walking past the giant doors, his mouth a little ajar.

It was only minutes later that the joke kicked in.

HEY!"


Girl observed her surroundings:

The entrance hall was rather uninviting, as was the cold aura surrounding it. The floor was encrusted in ice and the few pictures on the wall were glossed over with frost. The kids walked slowly and silently through the hall, occasionally sliding on the ice. Finally, they ascended the ice-encrusted staircase that led out of the frozen wasteland that was the entrance hall – and into the frozen wasteland that, probably, once upon a time, had passed as a dining room. The cracked china plates and crystal goblets set atop the long table didn't light any suspicious feeling in the Girl's chest, but the fresh flower arrangements, the dustless table, and lit candles sure did.

"This is rather odd, old abandoned mansions sure don't have lit candles or fresh flowers, they don't even have housekeepers to clean the place, something is wrong in here." said Girl, wiping her finger against the clean surface, before pointing the clean finger behind her.

She rolled her eyes at the sulking Hajime behind her, he hadn't talked to her ever since she said that.

And that, in her eyes, was rather childish.

But there was so much limit of silence for the Hajime boy.

And the Hajime boy being Hajime, retorted.

"Oh come on, do you notice every single thing you pass, because the only thing I'm thinking is that this place is freezing!" he said, rolling his eyes at Girl, who finished examining the broken dishware on the table and was now examining a large, frost-covered portrait hanging on the wall.

Girl turned around, amber eyes staring seriously at him.

"I think… someone else is here," she said after a moment of silence.

"We need to leave!" her voice was, for the first time, urgent, almost begging.

"What! Why?" Hajime.

She pointed at the portrait's wood, "Mr. Winter used to buy this type of wood to build with." She said, eyes looking at him, completely serious. "He used to pay extra price for builders from Unova with their shiny Conkeldurr to make it."

"So?" Kellyn raised an eyebrow.

"But, the thing is, nobody knows about it, because everyone who made it was shushed, so that nobody else coud gain their money, and so, the only buyer is Mr. Winter, and when Mr Winter died, a few months later, the people who knew of them died too, some say there was something in the wood that killed them, and now, Me and Ms. Winter are the only people left that know about it."

Silence.

That was the only thing right now that echoed in the icy walls.

The two kids looked at each other, then the large stair case.

They both heard something.

It was faint, but they were sure.

And it sounded like the bang of a giant door.


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Hello! It is I, Alice!

I come with bad news.

I know what you are about to say.

"Bad news? NOOO!" yells Guest

"The world must be ending!"crows a writer.

"It is my fault, for the Apocalypse I have been predicting since I have been five, is finally in process, for I have woken up early in the morning, and opened the laptop, defying Mother's rules!" mourns a reader.

Nevertheless, that is certainly NOT the case.

There is NO Apocalypse happening, (although it might happen, no one really knows.) it is rather very different than what you think.

I am a 6th Grader.

Yes, a 6th GRADER.

For those of you who understood, Congrats!

However, for those of you who did not understand, do not fret, for I will spend some time and words to write the meaning.

The meaning is so horrifying, so deadly, that those who did understand are probably cowering in a corner, screaming BLOODY MURDER.

Something every child writer knows and detests.

It, simply put, is school.

Alas, school, the place where children go to slave under countless of words and lessons and triangles and track and drama and school bullies, also the place with overactive drama queens with an unbelievably peanut sized brain, because, seriously, all that lipstick rubbing on their forehead must have created some type of brain eating zombie!

But, there is something even worse than that.

Homework.

Grades.

And the fact that the school is in another language than my last school is horrifying.

Moreover, the punishment, oh the punishment.

If I do not gain the greatest of grades in this foreign school, where I have no friends, and there is little English, then, simply put, I will not go out with my friends and darling (but crazy) cousins and siblings!

I am also planning to start gymnastics, since I heard that it truly does have the sport, although there is also music, track, making friends, and many, many other things on my list.

So please bear with me, my readers!

Anyways, school starts in a week, yes, it's in LATE SEPTEMBER! WOHOOOO!

Anyways, I really appreciate reviews, because I just love them and their words, whenever I read them, I get nauseous and this bubbly, warm filling spreads in the pit of my stomach.

Actually, the only reason I'm writing this chapter is because of two reviews from the dear Darker Dusk and a review from some guest called Cidori Minami!

Oh, and Cidori, you sure ain't lazy *Grins*!

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