The Death Of Me.

America?

Today's the day that me and my mum are moving to the Americas. We are selling all our beloved goats just to live in America. The whole reason we're moving there is because me mum has fallen in love with an American.

It's not that I have a problem with him, it's just he seems dark in a way. Like he isn't the good person he made out to be. "Ellie come down here and eat your fish n' chips!" "Coming mum"

As I ran down the stairs of our 1400's home I nearly tripped over me own dress. That would've been embarrassing, even if I was the only one who knew about it. "Hello
Mum lovely weather out is it not?" "No dear I believe it's not, it's about to storm." "Oh how I'm going to mess our weather patterns here in England. I'm going to miss our goats, and house mum." My mum doesn't see things like I do, I love stormy weather. My mom hates it. She loves her new fiancé Nick, I hate him.

Mum calls me weird but it's not my fault I'm fascinated in the things other hate like witches, ghost, vampires, werewolf's, sea monsters, and storms. I am different than most children here in England, my hair is nothing like my mums her hair is straight, and red. My hair is dark blonde, and curly. My mums facial structure is a small yet elongate, chubby in the cheek areas, me  I'm a whole different story. My skin is a pale, and cheekbones. My mum says I'm a beautiful girl but I don't believe her. I don't think I'm ugly either I think of me as an eh. Nothing more.

"Mum can we please take Betsy with us?" Betsy's my favorite goat and she always produces a lot of milk for our tiny family and I'd hate to sell her. Our goats are my only friends. Goats understand me better then people anyway. "I guess love, Nick did say we could bring one pet." I wish she would stop talking about Nick.

"Come along dear grab your things from your room and put them in the carriage out front. I got to wash these dishes real quick." "Kay mum." I ran to my room and grabbed Betsy her rope and collar, my pillow, a blanket, some dresses, my locket. A painting of my family, Betsy. How would I forget my favorite goat.

I brought my things out to the carriage. Betsy laid down right next to her bag of feed and bottle of water. Mum came rushing out of our old cottage with her items and put them in. I nearly forgot my favorite doll. "Mum can I go get my doll?" "Quickly sweetie." "Thanks mum."

I ran up to my room and grabbed my porcelain doll with chestnut brown hair long and curly, in a green dress with a maids apron, she had bright blue eyes and a petite figure. I ran back to the carriage to notice my mum up front with the driver, while me and Betsy in the back.

"Baagh!" Said Betsy sometimes I wished I spoke goat. Once we got the port we climbed onto the boat and was brought to America. It was beautiful here. "Come along darling Nicks house isn't far." I miss my old dad but he went to the dungeon and never married my mum.

When we got to Nicks house it was huge and didn't even look old like ours. Once we walked in we were greeted by Nick. "Hello dear, and young blossom." I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. There something not right about him. But what?

He led us to our rooms. "Not to sound rude young Blossom but what is that thing trailing behind you?" It's a dead body. "It's my goat, mum said that you said I could bring any pet I wanted. So I chose Betsy." "Well keep that thing outside." He cringed at the word thing. How bout we keep you outside.

It's been three hours since we got here so for three hours I was drawing our old home, the peach tree in the back yard, the creek, the goats and our barn. Just then there was a knock on the door. My mum popped her head in and said "I'm going to the market to buy some yarn and a spinning wheel."

With that she was gone. I was all alone in my room. Just then Nick walked right when my mum was driving away in the carriage. Nick had a whip in hand and a knife! Oh goodness don't let this be.

"Oh, poor little Ellie. You know I just thought it was your mum and she didn't have a kid, but she did. Not for long though." When I tried to run he hit me with the whip. Then stabbed me in the back. To finish off he punched and kicked me, slit my right cheek, then stabbed me in the neck and dragged the blade along my skin I was crying so hard because the pain was unbearable. But once the knife was in my throat everything went dark.

Nick then threw Ellie's body out the window to say she must've ran away. he then went outside to grab her body and threw her in the basement but, unlached a secret door and stuffed Ellie's body inside. He then killed Ellie's goat Betsy and made goat chops for Ellie's mum and him.