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There was a story of a girl Everyone knew her name She lived in a neighbourhood just like everyone else No one knew what they did to her Just a guess from the news But this story was repeated generations before you Some used it as a lesson Others out of pure delight But one things for sure None of them were near right I'm guessing your confused with that puzzled up face But I swear it's all true just keep up with my pace This girl was to young, no older than eight So what might of happened I'm guessing you'll say? Well.. Enough! No more rhyming this is were it stops, I'll tell you a story but promise, not to tell anyone Her life revolved around a musical box It went with her everywhere People snickered and stared at this girls little secret Not once would she talk or react to these people She felt like she was trapped inside of this little box All though in the flesh, she was clearly not The day that makes history was just after a school dance After hours of dancing and for once, having fun, she made her way home Walking over a near by bridge was the way A few paces behind were the sound of shoes Coming closer and closer towards the small girl She didn't take notice until a hand was on her shoulder Turing around to see three girls from not that much longer Giving them a look, she turned to leave They didn't budge but held her firmly One grabbed her box, startling the little girl They asked her questions on why she never spoke No response They asked about the musical box No response Soon fed up, the three girls were angry They turned towards the box and were about to open it "Whatever you do, don't open the box" The cries were heard, but no emotion was shown The three girls laughed not daring to listen Come on, why wouldn't you, she had never spoken before? "Whatever you do, don't open the box" The girls took no notice and flipped open the lid A soft nursery rhyme took over their ears Once was nice until it got louder Glowing lights shot out from the inside, nearly blinding each girl All four girls took steps further and further away from the noise Growing closer and closer to the bridges edge When at last you thought this story couldn't become worse Something horrible, terrible happened A high pitched scream left the mouths of the small girls Growing closer to the shallow water below Of course none could survive but somehow one did Her pink ball gown grey from the dirt and water she was laying in No one knew what happened next Where did she go? No way could she had made it, was this all a joke? She did try to warn them, don't open the box But now, their forever been locked away Well of course until someone opens the lid again And what might they be greeted by? Maybe a scream or even just a cry? Well one things for sure, it could never be good Well unless your fond of a single nursery rhyme...
So this poem kind of goes on to explain a bit about the story of a boy I did a few chapters ago. I didn't want to explain to much about it because then it wouldn't be interesting but I just wanted to share this and hopefully it's clear to understand. So tell me what you think?
