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It was a bright day in the summer of 2004. Rachel, 14 with long curly black hair and amazing blue eyes, khaki kombats, tight black strappy top, she was called the ice queen, despite her love for summer, Rob, 12 with a shaggy mane of brown hair and hazel eyes, black baggy jeans and a loose fitting tee, he definitely lived up to his nickname of shaggy, and Phil, 15 with blonde hair and intense deep green eyes, dark blue 3/4 lengths, black DC shoes and a white tight tee, he was so handsome a girl would be lucky to have him. They were doing what they always did on these long summer days, just skateboarding out back and messing around, having a laugh. It was hot, they loved the summer, the lazy heat of the sun beating down on their backs. Everything was how it should have been, however Rob was getting tired of Rach's and Phil's 'public displays'.
"Eurgh guys do you have to do that, you're making me feel sick!"
They broke away from playing face invaders and glared at him simultaneously.
Although they were a year apart, they didn't act like it, but then, they did love each other. they knew everything about each other, they even knew about each other's "gifts" they'd had for as long as they remembered
"Guys did you feel that?" Rachel asked as she felt goose bumps tingling downs her arms and spine, it was the weirdest thing.
"Feel what?" Rob asked.
"That chill."
"Chill, what chill?" said Phil
"Exactly. You must be goin' crazy Rach."
"But I definitely felt it!"
"Wha-"
Rob was suddenly cut short by something weird, like something had taken his sentence, snapped it in two and thrown half of it away.
"Rach do you see what I see?"
"Yea."
"What about you Phil?"
"I definitely see it mate."
They were looking at a little girl of about 10 that looked very similar to Rachel, coming down the road towards them, with a dripping knife in her hand, and a head in the other. "Rachel," She croaked, "why didn't you stop him? Why did you let me die?"
"What are you talking about? Who are you? How do you know my name?" she screamed
"You know who I am. You know what I'm talking about Rachel. You know I'm your sister."
"But….but. I…I don't have a sister." She was trying to hold back her tears.
"Oh yes you do Rachel. You're looking right at her. Don't tell me you've forgotten all about dear old Lizzie, lying there under the weeping willow at the manor. But don't worry I'll be back for you and your friends." And with that she disappeared.
"Rach is there something I don't know? Is this a sick joke that you've planned because if it is I want you to stop it now."
She mustered all the courage she could to utter her next sentence
"It's no joke Rob what just happened was real. I don't know how that…that thing knew my name or what it's plannin' to do to us it's no joke this is serious. But there is something you don't know. But I'd rather not tell you."
"What is it Rach?" asked Rob.
"You won't believe me Rob so there's no point in tellin' you."
"Try me."
"Please Rob, don't make me tell you, I can't bear the thought of it." Now she was sobbing.
"Rachel, you know you can tell me anything." He only called her Rachel at desperate times, and desperate he was...
"Alright Rob. I am her sister, I'm much older than you think."
And with that, she ran off, not being able to see where she was going.
Noteven enough to see the car heading her way.
oooohhhhhh cliffie o.O
R&R ppl
