The lie that killed

“Charles take her! I need to concentrate on my work, please? I pleaded

“Ohhh, Fine!” he stomped of walking away angrily. I started to plait my hair; it’s like my thinking cap, I only concentrate when I plait it – and in a special way too. That’s the weird thing about me, I really don’t know why. I had to start my homework. It’s a big one. I have to write a ‘perfect lie’. it was a weird one. It was confusing; a really horrible, conniving, and evil teacher set it. She is like witch, forget that she is! Well people say that every Friday she goes with all the Witches around the world and they cast spells on who they hate, really hate! Her name is Mrs. Edwards.

        Anyway, I need to get on with the story. I’m going to start off with, erm, “I came home and there were faces I have never seen before looking at me as if they had a reason to feel sorry for me. They were all huddling up into their own little gossipy groups. I found it weird thus; mum probably enjoyed their company as she hardly gets to meet her friends because she is always running about for us. I’ felt really curios on what’s happening and why people are at my house.

        Approaching me was my auntie crying her eyes out as If the world had ended. I hurried to see her. I ran into her arms and repeatedly, very worriedly asked Auntie Mary “Aunt, Aunt what is happening, why are you crying?” I squealed out twice. She told us to go inside and take a seat. I was feeling so suspicious, my guts were about to fall out. I was walking step to step toward my house with very weird people gorging at me. I had a million possible things going through my mind, our new house having to be taken away, our shop burnt down, well? Anything? What has happened? We entered our lilac room, everything was lilac, from floor to ceiling, and Aunt Mary pointed to the old, rusty wooden chairs meaning that we were to sit there. I knew something devastating has happened because nothing would come out of her mouth. Her voice box had vanished. I sat down as quick as possible and repeatedly asked

 “Well what has happened, what?” I screamed

“This is going to be very hard for you both to understand and”

“What, hurry up” as Charles rudely disturbed Aunt

“Your parents have been killed in a car accident “ said Aunt Mary as fast as she could.

        Our mouths both shut and then our voice box’s had vanished. I didn’t know what to say. My mouth struck open and my chest was as stiff as a rock. No part of my body moved, well I couldn’t move, I was way too shocked! I came to a point a few minutes later, this cannot be true and eventually minutes later I was able to talk. Now I know how Aunt Mary felt I think I had a bit of a black out, in fact I did. I woke up and Charles and Aunt were all around me, stroking me. All I could really see was the chair on the side of me upside down, the wardrobe and the fake fruit basket that mum collected every month. Was this true? What Aunt Mary said could it be true? I thought in my confused head

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“Are they really dead?” Charles burst out of curiosity.

All I could think about was our future and who’s going to look after us? How are we going to live?”

                  That’s enough for today I thought, I have written quite a lot. I am proud of myself deeply and truly. The bell had ended anyway so it was just the exact timing. Mrs. Edwards (the witch) had let us out one by one. Everyone is gossiping and talking with their best friends and just looking at me as if I was a bit ...

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