The crowd gasped as Marie pranced up the steps, and stared at Alayna in the eye, a mischievous grin on her face. She ripped off the wig, chucking it in the mud, and laughed maniacally, as people began to rip it apart. The crowd then turned to Alayna, and began to crawl their way up the stairs, their faces fixed in scary scowls, yelling out things like 'Sl*t' and Wh*re'. Marie's best friend, Chloe, came so close, that she grabbed her wrist, digging her nails into Alayna's skin. Blood flowed from the cut engraved into her skin by Chloe's nails. Another hand grabbed her other wrist, but this time it dragged her out of the tent, away from the crowds of angry people.
Alayna cowered in fear, scared that whoever it was, was going to hurt her. But they did the opposite. "Don't worry Alayna, its only me."
She turned to see Michael, smiling at her. All feelings of fear, disappeared, and she burst into tears. Michael stared at her, an expression of confusion etched on his face. He wrapped his arms around her and escorted her to her home.
It began to rain lightly, as the sky began darken
One light was emitted from the small kitchen window, caused by the flickering candle on the windowsill.
Michael opened the door for Alayna, and helped her into the house, but was stopped by the whinny of a horse outside, and the rain began to become heavier, and the sound of thunder, erupted throughout the whole town. No doubt the party would be stopping.
Alayna ran out to see her father, slumped over, on his horse. When he saw her, his wrinkled face brightened, but then went back to his frown, as he yelled, "Alayna!" Before falling off of his horse.
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FantasíaAlayna is sick of her life. She lives in a small village of small-minded people. But small-minded means safe. Or so her father says. To her small minded means constant harassment from the village people, constant jealousy from the women, and consta...
