Sometimes we think we are taking a turn for the worst in our lives. Let me tell you that absolutely everything happens for a reason, and a turn for the worst could be the best thing that could ever happen. –The white Giraffe, Lauren St. John
It was my fault. I shouldn’t have tried to be like them. It was supposed to be the best day of my life. I’m Aura that means the Northern Lights. I was always following the most popular girls at school, never being myself, when one day it went too far.
‘It was a dark and stormy night. They were all alone,’’ uttered Britney.
We were all alone at my house on my birthday. All the girls I had invited insisted that my party should be spooky themed. Earlier on that day, mum had been serving the girls and I as if we were superstars. My mum is a chef and works in a gigantic bakery making cakes for the Boarding School of High Standards, occasionally shoving the odd cake slice into her own mouth. She had made a feast of jam and blueberry doughnuts, owl cupcakes and gigantic triple layered cream cakes with my name iced on top. All the food was blue, red and purple themed, the colour of the northern lights.
Not much had been eaten with all the girls fretting about their diets, even though we were all only twelve. I had felt guilty at the look on mum’s face when all the girls turned down seconds, but never would I mess up in front of the girls. At school they called us the three P’s for the three pains. It’s always Britney, Lily and me. I’m always afraid that I won’t be a part of the group because of my wild complexion. I have long blonde hair that I have never cut and light-green eyes that make me look like an alien. My glare freaks people out so I was extremely lucky to be popular, so I wasn’t going to let this chance pass me by. Being an outcast was my worst fear.
At that moment, Brittney and Lily had persuaded me to turn all the lights out in the house so we were in complete darkness except for the light of our torches, like eyes in a haunted forest. We were telling spooky stories. Mum had left, leaving the girls and I in private.
‘Right then, Aura turn off your torch!’’, chanted Lily and Brittany.
‘But my torch is the only one left on!’’
‘What? You chicken?’’ Lily asked with a grin on her face.
‘No,’’ I turned mine off.
‘Close your eyes and count to ten, then try to find us!’’
‘In the dark?’’ I asked.
‘Yep!’’ cried Brittany, grabbing my torch and switching it off.
‘Do I really have to do this?’’ my voice was but a scared whisper.
‘Yes!’’ called Lily, her voice already a room away from me.
I closed my eyes tight and started counting. I was scared of the dark secretly, but when I closed my eyes, the darkness of my mind was more reassuring than the darkness all around me. With every number I would open my eyes a little to check the girls weren’t just going to leap out at me, but all I saw was darkness.
‘Ten. Ready or not I’m coming to look for you!’’ I opened my eyes and stepped into the next room, my room. I breathed in my fairy perfume and continued to walk, my arms outstretched before me like a blind man with a walking-stick. My hands touched a smooth surface that must have been my blue-starlight walls. My mind made up a picture of where I must be. I was probably next to my purple bed. On the other side of me would be my display case, with all my dolls from every year of my life. There was my baby doll, from my first year, a Winx doll from the year when I was crazy about them, and of course my fashion doll representing this year. One of the reasons we did makeovers in the guest bedroom, was because I would die if the girls saw my collection.
‘Lily? Brittany!’’ I called. I figured they would let me have a clue as to where they were, but there was no reply. Suddenly, I heard the door close with a bang. That was their clue, they were down stairs! I got on my hands and knees and went down stairs on my bottom, feeling my way down every step.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a light still on. It was coming from the window! I scrabbled back up a couple of stairs to look out of the window. The light was coming from a torch! In the faint glow of the light, I caught a glimpse of red-dyed hair! Nobody in the entire of London out this late had red hair, except Lily.
She really had gone outside! I bet in a couple of minutes she’ll come running back, trying to scare me. I could hear little chuckles now. They really must of thought, I was some kind of three-year old to fall for their silly hide and seek surprise! Tell you what, I’d give them a surprise by locking the door on them!
Once I had finished my deed, I ran into the living room to switch on the lights.
‘Shadow,’’ whispered a voice.
‘Oh, Brittany thank goodness it’s you! Did you know Lily is hiding outside? She thinks that she can… Uh, Brittany?’’ I asked.
‘Shadow,’’ repeated the voice.
‘Oh, Brittany you’re not trying to scare me too are you? I know it’s you!’’
‘Maid. Scared.’’
‘Oh please let it be you Brittany!’’ I was trying to hide the scared hint in my voice, but it was obvious it was showing. ‘Brittany?’’ the last thing I saw was a flash of light.
My type of writer, You should definitely write more to this. I liked it 
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