Loretta's sun blond hair streamed behind her as she flounced away from Matthew and Esther. She turned and smiled at Esther,
"Essie, leave 'em. He's got no right what-so-ever to be treatin' us that way, so now he's got 'is lesson." Esther looked at Loretta in a confused expression. Her dark brown hair was falling out of the tight braid that sauntered down her back. The chocolaty-brown eyes that have been so full of laughter and secrecy had a hurt look. Esther smiled weakly,
"Is... he dead?" She squeaked.
Loretta laughed. "No, you ignorant child! He's fainted. Now come along before he wakes." Loretta turned and walked away down the small dirt path lined with trees, and in the direction of her small farm house.
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That night there was a fight. It took place in the small forest that surrounded Woodwin. A few boys, being boys, had gotten into an argument over something small, something stupid. They were punching each other, and some had begun to bleed.
Then a soft mist covered the ground and it semmed as though the air around them froze. Suddenly, a young girl, about nine years old, appeared out of the mist.
She spoke, "Boys, please stop fighting." The girl seemed innocent and absolutly normal. One boy lunged at her. She disappered and reappeared at the opposite end of the clearing in a silent instant.
The little girl smiled again, "I asked you nicley, please stop." Now the boys sensed that something was wrong. The boy that had lunged at her stepped up.
"Yeah, and what if we don't?" He coaxed.
The little girl took a step forward. "I don't like it when people disobey me, Stephen." At this, the boy stumbled backwards.
"How... How do you know my name?" He asked. The girl pushed her sun blond hair out of her eyes. They were green, like the surrounding underbrush. But not that soft, welcoming green. This was harsh, and crude.
The smile that she wore was twisted and evil.
She spoke again, "I can accsess all I need. I've told you before, I don't like it when people disobey me, Stephen." This time Stephen was brave. He was not going to be pushed around by a little girl.
"Yeah and what if we do disobey you? What happens then, freak?" He snarled.
"Well, when people don't do what I ask," She looked at her bare feet and pushed the mossy dirt around with her toe, "I get angry. And when I get angry, the person who disobeys me normally..." She paused and looked up slightly, so that an evil shadow was cast across her face. "The person who disobeys me normally gets hurt... bad." She smiled that twisted smile and whispered,
"Good night, boys," And then a bone-chilling breeze swept through the forest, and just like that, the girl was gone, and as you could imagine, the boys hurried home, and went straight to bed.
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