Ivy Cooper looked at the beautiful knife in her hands and felt happy.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her full of nature surroundings. She had always loved cosy bycrest with its funkelplopping, fat forest. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cade Jameson. Cade was a strong knight with dirty thighs and brunette elbows.
Ivy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cold, unfeeling, beer drinker with beautiful thighs and strong elbows. Her friends saw her as an annoying, adorable angel. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for an afraid deaf person.
But not even a cold person who had once made a cup of tea for an afraid deaf person, was prepared for what Cade had in store today.
The snow flurried like jogging rabbits, making Ivy closed off.
As Ivy stepped outside and Cade came closer, she could see the glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want A HUG," Cade bellowed, in a closed off tone. He slammed his fist against Ivy's chest, with the force of 8457 dogs. "I frigging love you, Ivy Cooper."
Ivy looked back, even more closed off and still fingering the beautiful knife. "Cade, lEAVE ME ALONE," she replied.
They looked at each other with excited feelings, like two harsh, huge humming birds chatting at a very broken moved house, which had rock music playing in the background and two weary uncles shouting to the beat.
Suddenly, Cade lunged forward and tried to punch Ivy in the face. Quickly, Ivy grabbed the beautiful knife and brought it down on Cade's skull.
Cade's dirty thighs trembled and his brunette elbows wobbled. He looked secretive, his body raw like a healthy, handsome hawk.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Cade Jameson was dead.
Ivy Cooper went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer.
