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Grandmas last words were still ringing in my head. I didnt understand the true meaning of these words until now. I had always imagined vampires to be formidable, evil and merciless creatures. But I was wrong. I was very wrong.

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Misunderstood "It is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood." - Karl Popper 'Everyone makes mistakes, but when you are wrongly accused of something you can either: do nothing and continue pitying yourself, or do something and prove them wrong.' Grandmas last words were still ringing in my head. I didn't understand the true meaning of these words until now. I had always imagined vampires to be formidable, evil and merciless creatures. But I was wrong. I was very wrong. I woke up from what seemed like a serene sleep but fear soaked my body when I realised where I had been sleeping. Green; that was all I could see. Dark green slightly damp grass like a blanket over the forest floor, and huge green leaves were coming out at every possible angle from trees that seemed to go on for ever. The sound of crickets chirping filled the forest, accompanied by the occasional tweeting of birds and owls. I glanced up at the glowing moon, which provided me with comfort as well as fear. I jerked myself up and ran hurriedly searching for help, but it seemed like I had run for miles before I saw him. He was standing extremely still and measured, so still that at first I thought he may not even be breathing. ...read more.


My mother had quickly pulled up the sleeves of her woolly red jumper, to point the accusing finger at me. " I trusted you but you let me down. I never expected you out of everyone to steal from me. Why did you do it?" The words stung me like a thousand thorns had sliced into me. No matter how many times I tried to explain to her that I hadn't done anything and that I had been framed by Mandy (my step sister), she still clung onto her beliefs. The array of emotions had overwhelmed me, and before I knew it I ended up running. Running as far as my puny legs would take me; zooming past tree after tree, until I finally collapsed onto the floor. My vision became impaired and I don't seem to remember what had happened next. The black night sky was overshadowed by vast, hazy and gloomy storm clouds. For some reason I had a salty, metallic taste in my mouth, and there were red droplets all over my arms. These droplets burned like I had just touched an open fire. I glanced up at the sky. More of these perilous droplets blasted towards me, painting me red. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it would leap out of my chest. ...read more.


"Just follow that trail and it should lead you to out of this forest." I did as I was told and carefully followed the trail, making sure I didn't put a foot wrong and end up losing the trail. I turned back to thank him but to my disappointment he had already disappeared, so I just carried on walking eagerly waiting for the moment when I would at long last be at home after all this time. After seeing many familiar houses of neighbours I immediately recognised mine even after all this time. I examined the familiar creams bricks and dark green vine growing up the wall, and I was actually happy to see the dull brown door that I thought I never wanted to see again. My mother hurried out of the front door as soon as she noticed that I had returned home, and without hesitating I rushed into my her arms with tears running down my face. "I'm sorry" she admitted. Those consoling words were so comforting, that I immediately forgot all about our previous argument. "I swear I won't ever run away from home again mum," I promised hugging her as tightly as I could to reassure to her that I was intending on keeping this promise. Her hug was so warm and safe and I felt as if I would be protected from then on as long as I had her support. ?? ?? ?? ?? Tahmina Ahmad Original writing ...read more.

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