It was a warm summers saturday. And that meant that it was Amy's birthday, turns out she is having the garden party and the local band, so my sister won't be back till 11pm! Luckily Amy lives just up the road from us so it's ideal. I helped Charlie pick out an outfit, it took ages (not to mention the arguments we had and the amount of eye-rollage!) But we finally setteled on denim slim-fit jeans, a cropped t-shirt, a grey hoody and little black pumps.
From hours and hours of Charlie's excitement and wacky hair styles she invented. It was 8:30 and Charlie's eye makeup was bolder than ever! She curled her hair and i hate to say it but she looked amazing! I could just about hear the local band setting up and practising. Charlie's eyes shone as she said in delight,"I think I'll go now."
My Mum gave her the usual rules that she always tells us whenever we're going out somewhere alone: "If a stranger offers you a lift you just keep walking, whatch your money and your phone and most importantly be careful!" So Charlie headed off and as the day got deaper into the evening, the music grew louder and the illuminous glow of fairy lights shone dimly from a distance. It was now 9:55 and all of us were cacooned in our beds, drifting into our dreamy worlds and sleeping peacefully hoping not to be disturbed.
10:15 and all of us were startled by the loud, panicked knocks on the front door. My dad ran down stairs whilst Mum comforted me, holding me tightly her heart beat racing. My dad asked,
"Who's there!?"
He was replied by my sister's panicked tone and just like that, he unlocked the door and my sister came running inside. Her mascara had ran down her face leaving a trail of black, inky liquid. Her long, blonde curly hair was now drenched and rat taily. She was carrying her shoes in her shaking hands, and her clothes were drenched through. She had a huge gash on her foot, but that didn't seem to bother because she was pale, traumatised and shaking. My Mum gasped
"What ever's happened?"
My sister sank to the floor, she was in a mess. As my parents came rushing towards her trying to get her back on her feet, i knew that she would be haunted by this for the rest of her life.
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Why My Sister Has Swimming Lessons
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