I grimaced.
There was no time for that.
I got up, she grinned even more.
I took my crufix out.
Nothing happened.
No…
She pulled my hand, forcing me into standing.
"are you ready to die?"
No doofus , I am not!
But I remain silent.
I wriggle my hand from her cold , icy grip. I began sprinting towards the house.
'somebody help!' I was panicking.
Yes of course.
The cowards of the village, as soon as they heard me screaming, the curtains were closed , and all the lights were switched off.
If I was Emily, I would had hurled the whole box on their heads.
I am awesome , know, remembering a pesky donut box at a time like this.
Emily began screaming.
At such a volume that for a few minutes, I went deaf. (that makes me remember my French teacher ,"are you deaf?!")
I stumbled towards my house, and bolted the door.
My uncle and aunt, both were lying in a heap of blood.
As I went closer to them, they woke up and smiled at me.
my parents also, repeated the same action.
Then I realized.
They were also out this evening.
Each of them, my uncle , my aunt, my parents, Emily, everyone, they jumped at me.
End of chris's pov
Sia:
The village rule is stricter than ever. They keep me feeding with examples of a red haired girl, christean and her family.
Bah! Made up stories.
I am an active girl, following a simple rule doesn't matter if I stay out all I did see their grave.
I rarely have any friends.
But today, 25 december ,I think I found a new one.
Today, I found two women and two men watching two girls playing near the grave of the flemmingtons.
One of them was of my age.
I ran towards them happily.
"what is your name?"I asked panting.
" I am christean flemmington. Pleased to meet you." She spoke in an icy voice as her red hair swayed in the wind…..
the end...or is it?