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I looked out of the small window in my room, watching the animals climb up the trees and scatter about. I got up from the small couch that was by the window, taking my hair out of the up do and looking at my reflection in the mirror on my vanity. It showed a youthful child who had blonde hair, royal purple eyes and flawless pale skin. My mother said I have the Alexandria purple eye disease, but I never really cared of the subject. My slim finger reached the left side of my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
I realized how much I looked like my mother, and soon anger bubbled inside of me. I curled my hand and slammed the vanity. I looked back at my reflection and threw whatever was the closest to me-- Mother Goose that my grandmother used to read with me-- The glass was now shattered to pieces. I picked up the book and read the table of contents.
Poor Crow! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . pg. 3
Hickory, Dickory, Dock, . . . . . . . . . . . . . pg. 4
The Fox’s Foray . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . pg. 5
The rest of the titles went on but a part of a title torn out, it said:
There Was A--
The rest of the title looked as if it was purposely ripped out, so I flipped to page 6 and began reading.
"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house."
The rest was out of the book, torn.
I read it over and over wondering why this poem-- The poem obviously seems to have more meaning-- got ripped out by someone. What was about it that made them feel that way? As I reread it for the 4th time, I heard a knock on my door. I answered the door to find my eldest brother with an elated look on his face.
“What is it that you want from me now, Sebastian?” I scowled “Is it about advice on getting your countless of women into your room or theirs? I will not help you with that subject!”
“Oh dear, I don’t want your advice right now. Supper is ready and there will be our favorite dish: Catfish!” He exclaimed “Let’s go, and I will ask for advice later!”
We skipped down the corridor and came to a stop at the top of the stairs, I observed the room seeing the new paint on the walls. The walls adorned with the most expensive paintings. I want some catfish, I thought. I snapped out of my thoughts when Sebastian clicked his tongue. “Let’s go and stop acting like a turtle! You’re too slow!” He snapped. I nodded, trotting down the stairs with him.
Drip…
Drip...
I turned around to see someone watching us, then stalked away. Weird, I thought. I turned back to my brother who was at the bottom of the steps watching me with curiosity and annoyance. I sighed and walked down to the bottom.
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I know chloe has a different eye color but who cares? Anyways this is my new story and I hope everyone likes it! Meh.
PURPLE MONKEYS AND RAINBOW ZEBRAS DANCING ON A GLITTER HOUSE!!!!
ilysm people who read this and like it ^-^ Bai
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A Crooked Man With Dead Eyes
Horror"There was a crooked man, And he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence Upon a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat, Which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a crooked little house." ~ Mother Goose Anneliese...
