FLAMES  

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Where did my dad go?... It must have been a LOT later than I had thought it was, because the crescent moon was starting to shine overhead, lighting up the winter skies, making them a luminous blue.
 
Later on that night, I went up to my bedroom –after an acceptable meal, cooked by my dad: burnt sausage and creamy mash potato- to call my best friend, on my little Samsung. I’m not saying it’s a bad phone, (even though it is compared to all of my friends iPhones), all I’m saying is, you could literally build a house with the poor thing.
“Hey Sophie!” I squealed into the phone.
“oh... hi Amber...” Came her delayed reply. She sounded completely unenthusiastic to what I was about to say
“Look, I can’t really talk right now, cause my cousin’s here, and it’s completely stressing me out. How could my family just hand the guy over to me!?” Sophie made a gravelly sound at the back of her throat in frustration, and continued to let out her distaste on the poor guy
to me, “I mean, he’s a total creep! Like, he doesn’t talk at all, AND he’s got to drop me off at school tomorrow! Total cringe right? EUGH. I’ll explain everything tomorrow, yeah? LOVYA!”
I stared at the phone in disgust as she put it down on me, I hated how all I wanted to do was to tell her about how stressful my day had been, but of course, it was all about her day. I shuffled nervously in front of my bedroom mirror. I felt so agitated.
What was this guy’s name...? Had she even told me...? Who the heck was this guy anyway? She had never mentioned him before, right? It was intriguing to even think about it.
Staring at my reflection, I realised that on this particular day, I looked like society could accept me. My vibrant, fiery, red, elbow length curls, hadn’t started to frizz with the dampness of snowflakes that had been falling on them, my matching scarlet lipstick hadn’t started to smudge, and my emerald green eyes, didn’t look murky with the tears of thinking of my mum all day long.
 
I crawled into bed, and pulled up my blue, red, and green Aztec print bed sheets so they’d cover my nose. As I shivered, I could feel my eyelids become heavy, I stared out of my bedroom window into the night sky and...
He hacked at me with his dagger, he swung it at me with vicious arm actions. It was pointless to fight it, he certainly had the upper hand right then. But at the same time, he was utterly gorgeous. His eyes were the perfect shade of pool blue, his coal-black,  fringed hair fell lifelessly over his eyes as he tried endlessly to kill me.

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