Her Fantasy part 1 (English Project)A group of four young men and women and one quite old were standing just outside a waiting room franticly discussing about what just recently happened. Multiple murders, some arsony, and deffinatly some mystery.. And It all had something to do with the little girl sitting in the room, singing little kids songs in some would say a quite frighting tone. "Oranges and Lemons, Say the bells of St. Clement's... You owe me five farthings, Say the bells of St. Martins..." Now said little girl didn't really look all that little, well not currently anyway, covered in all that blood. Her once pretty blue dress stained purple with the red splashes that also covered her pale white arms and face. Blood and mud matted in her hair, cacked on her shoes, it covered her everywhere. Except her eyes, which use to shine with a glimmer of the light green they use to be, but had long faded in her dreamy haze. In her smile dripped a bit of liquid, though weither it be blood or not is lost to them. It dripped t
Character deathIt was just a quiet morning. Not many were up, but those that were stayed quite. To enjoy the sunlight, the morning breeze, have some coffee, and prepare for the day. Well all for ne young girl, Hanna Jones, sixteen and terribly late. Running out of her room still pulling on her shoes, still a bit of bed head from just wakeing up. She goes immedeatly to the kitchen, ignoring the food however going straight to the cupboard. From in there she grabs a few bottles of various pills and such, why? Maybe she was sick? Or something else maybe. She hurridly takes them, barely glanceing at the bottles much less the labels. She then turns leaving the kitchen going to the living room, there she finds her signature orange sweatshirt, pulling it over her bright blue tank top. She was almost ready to go, taking one last look around before grabbing her baseball bat and leaveing the small apartment.
She was half way down the street when she realized that she had left something very important for school