animazed
the ragged piece of bright red plastic was in her hand now. from the pile of scraps in the technology room she had grabbed it. the look in her eyes showed it - there was going to be blood. a lot of it.
the table was covered in the beautiful white cloth. the one with all the fine details. but that didn't matter. what mattered was who was at the table. the wondrous people there of whom i'm happy to share everything with. we shall always remain.
the rustling wind not only blew all the orange leaves around me, but also my paper, in one very strong gust. i followed it and ran - ran to a place in town i've never seen before. i picked up my paper and gazed upon the magnificent site before me. a strange entrance way into what looked like a forest of mystery. shall i enter?
underneath it all, all the towering trees, all the golden leaves that had fallen, lay a tiny trinket. a single gold locket on a small gold chain.
i understood immediately what he meant. she had been murdered. i would never see her smiling face again. the light would never shine through the trees onto her gorgeous, smiling, face again. in fact, the light would never at all, shine again.