Chapter 7 Falling Down the Stairs

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I have a strange life. I have a thing for Lord of the Rings, Legolas, Harry Potter, turtles, throwing things at my closet, and falling down the stairs. The last one I definetly do not enjoy. There must be something wrong with my legs or SOMETHING because without fail I fall down those dang stairs at least twice a week! Which is strange because my name (Hannah) means "Graceful" and I am just the opposite I biff it like everyday. Anywho. Falling down the stairs. NOT FUN! So I wrote a story about falling down the stairs sooooooooooooo yeah. Here it is:

I stormed up my driveway. Gah, friends can be so mean sometimes, even when they're dead. Thats right, I got dead friends. I talk to 'em to.

"What is wrong?" My mom called to me.

"Just the- GAHHHHHH!" I yelled as I saw my sister in my room. "GET OUT!" I screamed.

"Vat is ze madder?" She asked.

"Stop talking like a vampire Abby!"

"Vut I am a vampire!"

"OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAA! Mudder 'annah ez scaring me." She said as she ran off.

I looked around my room which was covered in posters of Lord of the Rings, Legolas, Harry Potter and a few turtles. (Sound familiar?) I also had a huge poster of One Direction which I had covered with mustaches, loser simbals, and much more things. When me and Swiftie and RIR go to Hawaii this weekend we are going to burn it. I lifted up my small chair in the corner and started to go down the stairs into my secret clubhouse. I held on to the edge of the ladder and pulled back the chair so no would follow me. I walked slowly down the stairs and I fell. My foot slipped from under me and I skidded down the stairs. When I got to the bottom I wasn't in my clubhouse. Were I was was unknown. The walls were a dark grey and stairs were all over the place. There was a man that looked strangely like my english teacher at the bottm of the middle flight of stairs.

"Hannah, we have been waiting." The mysterious man spoke.

"Wh-who are you?" I stuttered in fright.

"I am Brough. The lord of falling down the stairs."

So there you are! - Written by GreenLeaf

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