Long-lost Sister
By Spring-Pearl
A young woman was driving towards her residence-workplace very late on a cold, windy night. She had been at a friend's house for a party, and her long, luxurious silk dress rustled as the wind blew through the inch of space not covered by the black windows of the car. She sighed as she felt the soft leather of the car seat, and remembered her family. The Snickets.
She had been the youngest of three children: J, L, and K, respectively. All were- or rather, had been- charming, friendly and smart children- respected and admired by all the other children of the town in which their famous Snicket Mansion was located. It had been like a palace, made of green wood which shone like emeralds. Indeed, some drawing-room walls were made of green glass, and one of the turrets was almost entirely made of the same green glass, which made the palatial house sparkle and glisten in the sunset, which was what made it so famous through town.
There were so many memories, most of them happy. I wish I could be still living there, K thought sadly. J would have inherited the fortune and we could all live happily. Little did Katrina Snicket know that she would be getting her wish, but not in the way she wanted it to be.
A young woman was driving towards her residence-workplace very late on a cold, windy night. She had been at a friend's house for a party, and her long, luxurious silk dress rustled as the wind blew through the inch of space not covered by the black windows of the car. She sighed as she felt the soft leather of the car seat, and remembered her family. The Snickets.
She had been the youngest of three children: J, L, and K, respectively. All were- or rather, had been- charming, friendly and smart children- respected and admired by all the other children of the town in which their famous Snicket Mansion was located. It had been like a palace, made of green wood which shone like emeralds. Indeed, some drawing-room walls were made of green glass, and one of the turrets was almost entirely made of the same green glass, which made the palatial house sparkle and glisten in the sunset, which was what made it so famous through town.
There were so many memories, most of them happy. I wish I could be still living there, K thought sadly. J would have inherited the fortune and we could all live happily. Little did Katrina Snicket know that she would be getting her wish, but not in the way she wanted it to be.
