"I'm coming, Anna!" I screamed. "What have we here?" the strange woman asked. She slowly walked towards me. I panicked. Then I sprinted to the door and slammed it shut behind me. "Anna? Where are you?" I shouted. "Down here! Under the porch!" she whispered, and beckoned to me. I saw her hand, and hurriedly I bounded towards her. We hugged in a close embrace, and she nor I ever wanted to let go. Eventually, we had to. "We have to go. Now. We can't risk anything." I said, my hands on her shoulders. "But what about mum? And - and dad?" Annabelle sobbed. "We can't go back, Anna." I declared, choking back my tears." We must leave now."
She started to cry again. "It's okay, everything is going to be okay. Shh." I tried to calm her down. I hugged her again. "Come on, let's go," I said soothingly. Then I stood her up, and brushed the dirt off of our clothes. Clutching onto Anna's hand, I walked swiftly out from under the porch, Annabelle following me. "Where are we going to go, Clover?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. It was then that I realized how truly beautiful she really was. Her silky, light brown hair in a tightly pulled braid, her glossy green eyes shimmering in the moonlight, her blood red lips gleaming. Prettier than me, I thought.
We have to go east, because the woman who - who broke in came in through the back door which is directed to the west." I pointed to the house. Hand in hand, we started away from the porch. I let go of Anna and took one last look at the house, the house we had lived in for so many years, where our mum and dad had just been murdered, and set off into the wild.
