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Meet Sally
It was a cold, Tuesday's night. The silence was deafening, and the only source of light came from a small fire, dancing and crossing in the girl's palm. It didn't burn her. She advanced towards the small man who was sprawled on the wooden floor. As she walked, the flame in her hand illuminated pictures that hung on the walls beside her. She reached the man, letting the fire bounced off his fair, brown hair. The blood spilled out of his wound in his chest, as the blue carpet absorbed the liquid, turning purple as the time slowly passed by. His eyes were closed. She checked his pulse. He wasn't breathing. The girl smiled, as she dug around in the man's pocket, until her fingers wrapped around a small key. A purple, short key. She continued to look around while she hid the key into her black, denim trousers.
The girl jerked back as a deep voice with British accent sounded behind her back, "That's going to haunt you". She whipped around, to be greeted by a punch. She stumbled back, trying to regain her balance. She stood there, as her vision blurred. The fire in her right arm had extinguished, leaving her blind and to the mercy of the darkness that encompassed her. Next, a punch in the gut, and the mysterious girl was on the floor, as a tall man towered above her. He was using the torch in his phone to illuminate the girl's black hair. He smiled, "I'm sorry miss, you're under arrest for the murder of John Croack", as he pulled out a pair of silver, metal handcuffs.
It felt as if every second went by slower than the last. She glanced down at her worksheet. She was only been able to progress to the third question.
Damn it, she thought, as the school bell deafened her. As she stood up, along with the rest of the students, her chair scraped the blue, carpeted floor. Looking at her desk, at which she sat for the last 4 year, it was as she seen it for the first time. The desk was marked, scribbled on and chipped and now held her worksheet hostage. The chatter from her classmates started to elope and molded to a noise, impossible to distinguish one conversation to another like in a Turkish bazaar. It is like that every day, just gray day to day, just the same. all seemed black and white. These and other thoughts were all scraping through Sally's head, before the teacher broke the blather.
"The worksheet you've been working on is to be handed in tomorrow as homework. Any latency will result in an after-school sanction," he said, and boredom could be heard in the tone of his voice. "Everyone got that?"
"Yes sir." Replied the students, in a coordinated, zombie-like manner. The students walked out, ready to go home and finish for the day. The crossroad of Monserrat Road and Tasmania Close, is the usual meeting place for Sally and her friend. Without a fail they both meet here after school to start a journey home though the newly build residential.
"So, how was your day?" Asked Natalie, Sally's childhood friend. "How's getting a needle stuck in your arm sound?" Replied Sally, in a sarcastic tone. Natalie nodded and grinned.
"Same here. Kai was being a bitch, as expected, and tried to humiliate in front of everyone, so I reminded him the time he peed himself on that horror movie. He stormed off and threatened me, saying that ill regret breaking up with him. Ergh, why do my x's always have to be idiots. Can't they let bygones be bygones?"
Sally smiled, as she listened to Natalie rant on about her experiences with her x – boyfriends, as they crossed the street. "Anyways, enough about my love life, how's yours going. How's things with Daniel going? I heard you guys kissed for the first time. How was it?" Natalie smirked as Sally's smile faded, replaced by look of unease.
"Where did you hear that from?" She hissed, trying to hide the fact that she was red as a tomato. Sally could swear she saw steam escaping her ears.
