Murder plain murder.
That is what happened on 19 May 1903. Images of what might happened flashed through my head.
That is what happened on 19 May 1903. Images of what might happened flashed through my head.
I shuddered at the thought, anyway, why should I worry about their business? Meanwhile, my brother Edward was having a nice nap on the sofa, gosh. I thought. Why does he get to sit down and do nothing? "It's unfair!" I yelled at my extremely startled mother.
"What is unfair darling?"
"That Edward gets to sit down and go to sleep and I can't!"
"Well that is the way life goes through this period of time."
"Yes but I don't care, it is still UNFAIR!!!!!!"
"Keep calm. Now, I know that it is hard for you, but there is nothing I can do."
"I'm going to take some time out in my room."
"Okay."
With no further conversation, I stormed up to my fancy room with chandeliers and gob smacking danish food, and in the middle of the polished pine table; exotic fruit in a pottery bowl which was made in 1624. I threw myself onto my four poster bed and while at it, crinkled my silk sheets. My mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously delectable quadruple chocolate and hot jam muffin. I sprinted (halfway) down the stairs before tripping on my cat Hazel and face-planting at the bottom. Undeterred, I shot straight up and sank my teeth into the muffin just as the story ended.
I was now allowed to do everything Edward did without hesitation by any parents. They had changed their mind because of the murder, it had opened their eyes to the world. I love my life, just like Edward.
The End.
"What is unfair darling?"
"That Edward gets to sit down and go to sleep and I can't!"
"Well that is the way life goes through this period of time."
"Yes but I don't care, it is still UNFAIR!!!!!!"
"Keep calm. Now, I know that it is hard for you, but there is nothing I can do."
"I'm going to take some time out in my room."
"Okay."
With no further conversation, I stormed up to my fancy room with chandeliers and gob smacking danish food, and in the middle of the polished pine table; exotic fruit in a pottery bowl which was made in 1624. I threw myself onto my four poster bed and while at it, crinkled my silk sheets. My mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously delectable quadruple chocolate and hot jam muffin. I sprinted (halfway) down the stairs before tripping on my cat Hazel and face-planting at the bottom. Undeterred, I shot straight up and sank my teeth into the muffin just as the story ended.
I was now allowed to do everything Edward did without hesitation by any parents. They had changed their mind because of the murder, it had opened their eyes to the world. I love my life, just like Edward.
The End.