The Ghost Box
this idea came to me in a dream so..... bare with me and I'll see where this goes
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Somethings wrong. Somethings seriously wrong. Why is the plant in my room alive again. I could swear I killed it that time when I overwatered it, didn't I? In the end, I decided my mum had replaced it whilst I was at school. But my mum didn't know about all this mess, so how could she of done it. And, whilst on the subject, what the hell happened to my room? When I left for school this morning it was spotless. I was really scared. So you have a taste of how wrecked my room is, I'll paint you a picture (not physically because I suck at painting);
Everything in my wardrobe is sprawled out on the floor; All my dresses, skirts, jeans, everything. My scrapbook was in shreds, all the pictures of me and my family that I've collected over the years. Gone. All the pictures I've hung on the walls. Glass shattered, photos covered in paint (which had turned up out of absolutely nowhere) and the beautiful pure-gold frames were split into quarters (near enough anyway).
A few tears escaped, twisting a path down my cheek and tapping onto the floor boards.
"Bianca! Let me in," My mum was hammering down the door down with her fists. I opened the door, allowing her to enter, and she came storming in. She gasped at the mess. "Bianca! What the hell is the matter with you? What have you done to all your stuff?"
" ME? You think I did this? Why would I destroy everything I own? Seriously mum, it's just common sense," A massive lump formed in my throat, I tried to gulp it down. I shoved her out of my room and sat on my bed. There must of been a break-in. But who would of done this? (Well, a lot of people but that's not my point) We are a very nice family, very kind, giving and well-liked.hey, what a second.... how come mine was the only room that got wrecked? I mean, it's not like I own anything that people would want.... MARLEY!!! Marley's my fourteen year old sister. She's two years youngerbut ten times more trouble. We are loook like twins but I'm so muck prettier. I have beautiful, long, glossy black hair. Marley has dry brown hair with lots of split ends. We both have pale green eyes but mine are sparkly and colourful wheras Marleys eyes are dull and washed-out. My skin is a beautiful smowy white and Marleys just looks pale and pasty. Speak of the devil, her comes Marley now.
"Oh my god! Bianca, your room!" Nice try.
"Good one, Marls, act surprised. Pretend you have no idea. I'm so amused." Sarcasm. I was good at that. She started to protest but I ignored her. "Just clean it up" I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I paused, suddenly feeling bad. 'Well she did it' I told myself, 'So she clears it up'. Thats the system in this house and, for once, I was glad of it.
Everything in my wardrobe is sprawled out on the floor; All my dresses, skirts, jeans, everything. My scrapbook was in shreds, all the pictures of me and my family that I've collected over the years. Gone. All the pictures I've hung on the walls. Glass shattered, photos covered in paint (which had turned up out of absolutely nowhere) and the beautiful pure-gold frames were split into quarters (near enough anyway).
A few tears escaped, twisting a path down my cheek and tapping onto the floor boards.
"Bianca! Let me in," My mum was hammering down the door down with her fists. I opened the door, allowing her to enter, and she came storming in. She gasped at the mess. "Bianca! What the hell is the matter with you? What have you done to all your stuff?"
" ME? You think I did this? Why would I destroy everything I own? Seriously mum, it's just common sense," A massive lump formed in my throat, I tried to gulp it down. I shoved her out of my room and sat on my bed. There must of been a break-in. But who would of done this? (Well, a lot of people but that's not my point) We are a very nice family, very kind, giving and well-liked.hey, what a second.... how come mine was the only room that got wrecked? I mean, it's not like I own anything that people would want.... MARLEY!!! Marley's my fourteen year old sister. She's two years youngerbut ten times more trouble. We are loook like twins but I'm so muck prettier. I have beautiful, long, glossy black hair. Marley has dry brown hair with lots of split ends. We both have pale green eyes but mine are sparkly and colourful wheras Marleys eyes are dull and washed-out. My skin is a beautiful smowy white and Marleys just looks pale and pasty. Speak of the devil, her comes Marley now.
"Oh my god! Bianca, your room!" Nice try.
"Good one, Marls, act surprised. Pretend you have no idea. I'm so amused." Sarcasm. I was good at that. She started to protest but I ignored her. "Just clean it up" I walked out, shutting the door behind me. I paused, suddenly feeling bad. 'Well she did it' I told myself, 'So she clears it up'. Thats the system in this house and, for once, I was glad of it.
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