I climbed down from the willow tree and this time I found a way to
cry. I was almost all the way down when my precious necklace with a tiny key
and lock. Got hooked on a tree. the branch beneeth me broke and I was left
hanging. I new I was taking in my last moments. I could not breathe!
The next
thing I new I was on a dark cloud. Dark clouds hung above, and lightning burst
out of them, but no rain. I heard thunder and realized the thunder was speaking
to me. It said "I'm more powerful then you! I'm smarter than you! I'm
stronger then you." The voice did this over and over agin.
Finally I found
myself back in the forest. I lay on the soft green grass. The branch I had been
hanging on was on my face. It had boken off the tree. It was night time and I
imagined I had been out for many hours. I went over to my dad. The men had gone
by then. I cried a little. I was getting tired. I kissed dad on his nose.
Grabbed his hand and fell a sleep beside him.
The next morning I woak to soft
murmering . The first voice was unformiliar but the second I did remember! HE HAD KILLED MY DAD! I
ducked behind a thick green bush and wached three men pull away my now dead
father. So now you know how I got behind this bush. Now that I know the men are
gone I turn around and make a decision to visit my sister and my mom. Dad had
worked hard to make big deep holes for Mom and Annabell to rest peacefully in.
Dad had given me the honor to carve their tragic death stones. We were going to
have a small surface for them after dad finished digging Annabell’s grave. Now there was no one to
finish it except me. Since we did not have a shovel dad had dug with Mom’s
strong bamboo hiking stick. There is only a little more to dig. I kneel down and
begin. In a couple minutes the grave is done.
Now, for the mentally hard part. I
have to put my baby sister in the grave. When she was born, I had not one clue
I would ever do this to her in my life. I cradle her in my arms, but keep my
head far away from her. I really do not want to be holding my dead sisters
body! But, I still want to handle her gently. I softly set down Annabell into the hole, softly
cover her, softly put her carved rock on her grave, and softly pray for her.
I
stand up and murmur “My heart is broken… I have no one else to love.” “That is
where you are wrong.” I whirl around. A tall women with a very large hoop skirt,
that could fit over three tiny kids, stands before me. She has stunning white
skin, her shiny brown is put tightly in a bun on the side of her head. Her
voice is very strong but, soothing
too. She wares a thick black waist band. Tucked inside are three peacock
feathers. All of her clothes look like they have been made out of beautiful
fall leaves. “It is alright, she is safe.” The women says Three beautiful tiny
girls come out from under her skirt. Other girls know this lady?
I suddenly am
very mad and annoyed. For the few seconds I have known this lady I’ve taken a
strong liking to her, and I don’t want her to love, like or even know anyone in
the whole world except me. “This is Comfort” she pointed to the red haired girl. “This is Believe” she
pointed to the brown haired girl “and this is Kindness” she pointed to the
blond headed girl. “We call Believe, Bell” that made me think of Annabell which
made my eyes tear up. The girls are probably about four. They are all Identical
besides their hair, and Comfort wares beautiful green glasses. They all ware
spring like dresses made out of soft lime green cloth. Kindness speaks “We came
to find you. Madam Saphira felt some one having troubles.” How dose she feel
someone having troubles. Instead of saying that, I say “Who is Madam Saphira?
The three girls point to the strange tall lady that I love so much. As they
point I realize I’m not mad that
they know this lady anymore in fact, for some reason I want them to like her.
My thoughts are interrupted by “Yes. I’m Madam Saphira” I smile and say “My
name is Saphira too, but everyone, exept my mom, calls me Saphire.” Madam
Saphira just smiles. “Well, we better get going.” She announces boldly.
Comfort, Kindness and Bell, all crawl back under her skirt
“Come on Saphire.”
She slightly lifts the boddom of her skirt to indicate I should crawl under.
Not wanting to see the lady’s bare legs and underware, I say “I’d rather walk, thank.” She smiles and
says “you have to in order to get there. I’m sorry.” I crawl under, expecting
to see nothing but darkness, legs and underware. But, instead I see a blond
kitten, a brown kitten and a red kitten playing in a huge prarie thet looks
like it goes on forever covered with blue and white flowers. Imidietly I know
the kittens are Bell, Comfort and Kindness.
I look down at my hands to see if I am a kitten but I am
still human. I desperately wish to be a kitten. The next time I look at my
hands they are tiny fluffy brown kitten paws. Wait, since my hair is brown, I’m
a brown kitten, but Bell is brown. I strongly wish for a black ear and feet.
The next thing I know, my wish has come true. I bound across the lushes green
grass towards the other kittens. When I get to them, they meow cheerfully.
Apparently in this little world under a skirt we don’t have to speak because we
can read each others minds.
The girls have started to talk to me as if we were
old friends and they are not shy around me any more. What ever you ask your
kitten-body to do, it can do. For instance, we are having a kitten talent show,
I want to jump 20 ft. in the air and I can. The ground beneath us begins to shake.
Madam Saphira’s voice booms in my ears. “we are home.”
Then everything stops.
The three
kittens turn them selves back into girls. I turn myself, back into my self
again and ask “How do we get out? It seems the sky and the grass go on for
ever.” “Just follow us.” Bell ansers. We walk half a mile and then suddenly I
smack into something invisible. The girls giggle. “This way.” Comfort says. I
had smacked into Madam Saphira’s skirt.
All the girls have to crawl under it in order to get back into the real
world. “That was so fun!” I say to Madam Saphira.
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