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Lightning crackled, lighting up the small living room. A girl snuggled deeper into the plush, red armchair. Another bout of thunder struck, shaking the Earth to it's very core. She shivered, she had hated thunderstorms since she was small.
There she stood, hoisting the trophy above her head with her short, freckly arms. I resent her. Her and her stupid father. Buying their way to victory. I imagine myself standing on the podium, people cheering for me, the glory. The triumph.
I bowed low, facing the petite girl in the green dress. She stood out among all others in the courtyard. Whether it was her fiery red hair, her vivid green dress or her deep chocolate brown eyes, I didn't know, but I felt drawn to her.
It was like a plague. Spreading thorough the halls, soon everyone knew. Everyone knew the excruciatingly terrifying details, everyone knew who was involved, and why he had needed to die. But he didn't. And since he didn't die that night, like everyone was planning on, the world turned into a black plague of horror.
It was the last straw. The turning point. She couldn't handle it anymore. She just needed to let it all out in one horrible, blood curdling scream. It was heard miles and miles away, and nobody cam close to her for hours on end. They hadn't seen the last straw fall out of place, only he had. And he was the only one who came back.
She was just so mean. There was no other word to describe it. The way she boosted herself up by wearing revealing clothes and slathering on make-up, putting down others to make herself feel better. All the adults thought she was a sweetheart. They don't see how she acts around her classmates, or her friends. Mean, just mean.
Chores. What an awful word, she thought to herself. She was being forced to dust and sweep while her sisters went out and laughed at her behind her back. Because she was the ugly stepsister to them, quite backwards to the majority of population, but that's how they pictured her.
The dark, hooded figure cast a dark shadow. Every time I shifted my weight in attempt to get a look at his face, he shuffled behind a wall. I couldn't be certain he was a he, but most dark hooded figures lurking in the dark were male. At least that's what I assumed, I didn't know much about this situation, and it scared me.
I assisted her onto the flat platform at the top of the rocks. She looked around, taking in the scenery. Far below, a river was cutting through the forest of evergreens. Further down the river cut off into a waterfall of tumbling, white water. The sun shone down on the valley, and us looking over it. I took her hand, she looked at me with awe-struck eyes.
Her perfect, auburn, braid sat against the back of her white button down. That was all I could see from here. But it still put me in a trance. Because every time I saw any part of her, I swooned. How can a girl do this to me? Am I going insane? I knew I wasn't, but I was afraid of the real reason I couldn't stop staring at her.
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