A small girl with long white blonde hair ran through an old house with a robo hamster in her black dress pocket her small feet making soft taps on the floor as she ran. She heard the growling behind her but didn't look back just kept running. She tripped and caught herself with her arm with screamed and throbbed. She made it to the stairs and then started the climb. She had to climb because she was so small. Even though she was seven she was very very short. She finally reached the yellow door and jumped up and opened the knob. Safely inside she locked it and then ran to the closet. She locked the door and opened the hide away door inside and climbed in. She locked all three locks and wrapped herself in the blanket. She listened barely breathing as claws went across the hard wood floors of the outside hallway and almost screamed as her bedroom door was knocked down and heavy breathing could be heard and the smell of blood filled her nose.
She stoped breathing and the world seemed to stop as the closet door opened and then their were soft but hurried footsteps and then five knocks followed by three tiny ones and she kenw who it was. Her brother Braden. She opened the door and flung herself at him crying but not squishing the robo hamster. Braden held her at arms length with a manical smile on his face. Ivy was scared out of her mind and said "What's wrong with you?" Braden looked at her and said "I'm sorry but I have to do it." Ivy asked "What are you talking about" and then braden threw her to the ground and his figure shook as he turned from the lovable brother she knew to a red cat that was about 5x her size. The cat loomed over his teeth glinting and the hissed before raising his paw
-- Edited by Ivy Thorn at 01:07, 2008-10-27
-- Edited by Ivy Thorn at 02:41, 2008-10-27
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