Magic: Emma's Story

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It was a warm summers night. My Mom and Dad were working late, so I was in charge. I had just tucked my two year old brother, Joe, in bed and my sister was next. My sister, Grace, was five, but sure did know how to get in trouble. No mater what you she would strike back. But that was about to change.

"Grace, come here!" I said. I had set up the perfect trap. "Do want some cookies?"

Grace came charging in like she was being chased. "Where?! Where?! Where?!" she asked. She gasped and tried to reach it, but to get a giant cookie in this house was not so easy.

"No, no, no. Not so fast," I said. "Lets make a deal. You can have this, only, if you go to bed."

"OK!" she shouted. Then my brother started to cry. I didn't care, thought, because Grace was g to be asleep.

I walked Grace to room her, which was covered in to toys, and put her to bed. I turned of the lights and said good night. Then I walked in Joe's room. He just happened to be screaming like a manic.

After He finaaly fell asleep, I decided to check on Grace. It was a horrible idea. She wasn't there. A light came in through the window, my parents were home. I ran out of her, anther horrible idea. When I stepped into the hallway and saw grace, but only for a second. She shot the cookie doe that I was using to make her anther if she was good at my face. I regretted taking my glasses off. I wiped it off, but she was gone. I heard a cup drop-she was in the kitchen. I darted up stairs and down the other hallway to kitchen. There she was. I was so mad I barley slowed down, or looked down. She must have put ice on the floor, because I slid and almost hit her. Which would be a good punishment. I slammed into the counter and hit my head on the cabinet.

I fell to the floor. I didn't move.

"Stop playing around, I'll go to bed," she said. I still didn't move. Things started to become outlined in black. A key was put in the door and started to unlock it.

"Emma?!?!" she said. I still didn't move. The black outlines grew larger. The door opened.

"We're home!" shouted my mother. "Grace! What are you doing up so late!" Grace said nothing. My Dad walked in. I didn't move. The outlines grew darker.

"Emma?!?!" Grace asked again, but louder. I still didn't move. The black lines grew so thick that I could only see the about five inches of color. My parents stormed up the stairs. Joe started to cry.

"Emma!" screamed my father. "Grace! What is going-" he was cut by my mother gasping. I could only see black. Their words sounded faint. Grace started to cry, too. My mother shook me. I groaned.

"Emma?!?!" they all took turns screaming. Grace and Joe were crying hard now. I could barley hear.

"Its going to-" was the last thing I heard.

Every thing was dark.