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When Evil was Good

Chapter 1:The Comet

"Hector where were you?" 10 year old Shelia Go asked as her

brother ascended the steps into the tree house.

Hector's face turned red,"I was with Anna."

Shelia, Melvin, Wesley, and Wendell smiled and launched into the familiar chorus of,"

Hector and Anna sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."

"Maybe we shouldn't let him join our party. He probably has Anna cooties," Shelia laughed.

"C'mon guys. It's almost time for Mom's famous chocolate chip cookies."

The four siblings got out a game of Outburst and began to play.

"Okay," said Shelia,"Names of places at a fair."

"I have one,"Melvin smirked," A kissing booth with Hector and Anne in it."

The treehouse roared with laughter and Hector's face was now a bright, bright red.

"Okay guys. Truce?"

"Fine," sighed the twins. Suddenly a deafening roar filled the sibling's ears. A blinding,

rainbow-colored light could be seen outside the treehouse windows. They looked out the

windows and were shocked to see a comet made up of four colors: green, blue, purple,

and red.

"Oh my God," Shelia was hit with the horrible truth,"It's heading towards our house." She

charged down the treehouse steps and all the rest of them could do was follow.

"Shel, it's too late," Hector grabbed her arm. She yanked away, with hatred in her eyes.

"It's not too late. You just don't want to risk yourself when our parent's our in their," she

started to sob. Suddenly, the comet hit their house with a sickening crash, making the

ground around them shake. The house erupted into multicolored flames. The comet itself

had stopped glowing, but was still rainbow. All of a sudden, a weird wave came from the

comet knocking Shelia's brothers out. She fell to the ground, but was still awake. Shelia

had always been the toughest. She started to sob uncontrolably. Soon the flames had died

down and she walked through the rubble of what was once called a home. A familier smell

grabbed her attention. On the ground was a single cookie. Her mom had always liked to

surprise them with messages made with chocolate chips. She picked up the singed

dessert. You could still make out the words.

Shelia

I love you.