Okay, so this is the beginning of a mysterious story about my life.
I'm Alicia and I live in France. I'm fourteen and have the best sisters you could have, except when they are idiots, and when my parents doesn't seem to see me, and when
just don't like to be nice. But they usually are great.
I woke up to a hopeless sniffing that soon became louder and started to bawl.
The scream came from the walls, and the floor. It was a intense scream. A scream that wasn't just a angry yell, it was a painful scream that got into my head and I was just standing there not knowing what to do.
I ran down the stairs and out the front door, fell down the doorstep and out on the street.
Yelling for help I knew I wouldn't get I started running up the avenue that our house was connected to with my long silvery hair all over my face and with no more than my pyjamas on.
My feet hurt so bad from the cold street.
I ran to all my neighbours but no one seemed to be home. I ran to all the cafés downtown but they weren't open. The police men didn't listen to me and there were no other in town so I started walking home.
I opened the door just to find the hall full of blood and a shadow of a headless person. This was just too much.
I quickly took the keys, got out and slammed the door behind me.
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Frozen Lakes
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