Just a trip

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One day you were walking down a dark alley way near your house. You needed to take the short cut to get home in time for supper with your three wonderful children. You smiled thinking about them. Charlotte was the oldest, 12. She was top of her class and saved five animals from a house fire when she was ten. Riley was your middle, 9. He loved everything history related and had read the entire wolves of the beyond series in a week. Ellen was your youngest,4. She was the cutest thing in the entire world. She loved Disney and was fascinated by school and poetry. You loved them all to bits. Your husband was the starting quarterback of your university football team. You met in the library, he asked you to tutor him and you agreed.
You heard something moving on the trash can beside the abandoned motel near by. You started walking faster. You heard it again. You were now running. Then, you tripped and fell into the pond outside the park.
You feel the cold water slowly take control when you hear a splash. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Y/BFF/N diving to rescue you.
You woke in the hospital with a mild concussion and hypothermia. Y/BFF/N was in the bed bedside you. You couldn't remember anything other than the feeling of blue darkness starting to take over. One was really tall. About 5'2 with purple streaks running down her brown hair. Her eyes were candy green, the colour you see when you look at a green apple or mint ice cream.
Then you saw a small scrawny boy in a sweater vest with glasses. His eyes were bloodshot. His auburn hair was slick back accept for some random pieces sticking out. He had gray eyes that blended into his features, along with some random freckles.
You then turned your attention towards a small girl. She was smiling and had pigtails in her blonde hair. She had electrifyingly blue eyes that looking as if a storm could take over at any moment. She was holding a stuffed bear and looking at you.
"Are these your children?" You asked Y/BFF/N curiously.
They laughed. "No. But they are my god children and I am their god mother. Theses are your children, Y/N. Don't you remember?
You looked at their faces and passed out, leaving the world in an extreme goodbye filled of darkness.
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