Imira: Thanks

"Thanks Harmony," I said as she handed me the ncklace.

"It's okay, now go!" she said, her smile in complete contrast to her voice. I turned and sprinted to room one. I took off the black oat and stuffed it at the back of the bottom drawer. I didn't know a piece of clothing could hold so many bad memories. I pulled on the violet dress and fastened the silver lightning bolt necklace round my neck. My back-to-black curls clashed with the purple fabric much less than my dyed red ones. On impulse I slid down the banister, laughing. I then waited for the others.

The End

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