A/N
You'll be in for a shock by the end of this chapter!
"Well, that's the 30th party I've ever been to that was Honey's idea! I just hope everyone is enjoying it..." said Faye anxiously
"Don't worry, they love it! I can tell. I wonder what's keeping Honey… Surely Mr Barker wouldn't keep her for this long?" said Crayola, hoping for reassurance.
"Oh… I wouldn't count on that...Look! The eclipse is showing up!" Crayola gazed up at the deep blue sky which was blotched in glinting stars. Her eyes then fell upon the silvery moon which had an orangey-red auror surrounding it.
"Wow! It's amazing… Best one I've ever seen!" Crayola said in utter amazement.
"Isn't it? Wish I could've seen the start…" said a grumpy voice behind her that Crayola didn't recognise. An anonymous figure stood in the shadows behind her, which made made her jump in fright. It was only when the figure stepped into the light of the tennis club when Crayola recognised the figure
"Honey? You're here! Talk about a dramatic entrance though…" said Crayola happily
"Oh Honey! You really did score a 10 on the fright-o-meter, we couldn't see you in the dark!" exclaimed Faye dramatically.
"So, how was Mr. Barker?" asked Crayola. Honey's happy face evolved into a grim-looking expression
"Foul really. He had me scrub the whole locker hallway on floor 3, that's why I took so long."
Crayola asked
"Is that the really long hallway I got lost in on Wednesday?" both girls nodded.
"Worst detention I've ever had, honestly. He must have really been ticked off about something to make me dothat! And at the end hemade me have a shower, probably would've had one anyway mind you. It was disgusting!"
The girls laughed and played at the party. Honey drank about 50 litres of extra sugary cordial, but Crayola learnt that you couldn't really tell whether Honey was on a sugar high or not because she was always oddly hyper! The eclipse reached its strongest point and gradually faded away. Crayola was cooking a sausage for herself, when she tripped over a stump- into the fire! The last thing she heard were shrieks and yells from the surrounding people before everything went quiet and a whirling pool of blackness surrounded Crayola.
Crayola let out a gasp, her breathing getting very shallow, or maybe she wasn't breathing? Maybe she was dying? Was this the end? She started to cry, but did nothing to prevent the tears leaking down her face because she knew they would just keep coming. Crayola was scared beyond her dreams. "Wait, I'm crying, I'm feeling emotions and not to mention I'm talking… I must be alive!" but Crayola couldn't be sure of herself, but before she could sink any deeper into her troubled thoughts, she died.