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Chapter
1
It was brown. A dark
brown. Maybe mahogany. I'm not sure, exactly, considering I
couldn't stand near it for more than ten minutes at a time.
Each of the four sides had a design that looked like one of those
Asian fans, or half of a flower, something like that. The top was
propped up with little pieces of metal on each side, one piece of
the metal was attatched to the top, and the other to one of the
sides, almost like door hinges. But inside, that's where the
trouble began, if you could call it trouble. Actually, I'm
not really sure what to call it. Inside, there lay a pale, frail
body. It was small and thin with little elf ears and prominant
features. Beautiful blonde/brown hair covered her
shoulders, and down a few inches. If she was standing, it reached
to her upper back. I could pinpoint the exact location. She had
green eyes, and the small wrinkles on her face from staying out
in the sun made her look older than she was. Her french manicure
looked perfect, as always, and she had the same reddish lipstick
she always wore dressing her lips. She was wearing black pants,
which she wore most often ("You can never go wrong with
black pants -- unless you're wearing a navy blue top")
and a yellowy-orange blouse with two buttons about an inch
apart. Although she was dead, she still looked perfect.
Peaceful, beautiful, and slightly aged. There lay my forty
year old mother.
