libra444

There was a group. And we were all running from something we couldn't believe. Yeah, that's right. A girl that turns into a friggin TERADACTAL (or however you spell it sry). We were all on a beach but without the water. Sand everywhere, all tan everywhere. I went over to scope out where she was and see if it was safe to make a run for it. I hid behind a rock and spied on the giant reddish brown teradactal for a little, during that time it could smell my scent and was circling the rock, while I did the same. It was like kids playing tag around a table in slow motion. Finally she got smart enough to find me and I ran from her to the group. For some reason she never got me, even though I was running in sand and she was flying skillfully overhead. She probably was waiting for me to lead her to the rest of the group, more importantly my brother, who looked like Adam Sandler and who she used to date until he found out who and what she was. She had short but beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes that looked mischeviouslly innocent. She was perfect, serial killer perfect, which was why I knew she was evil from the start.

I ran into a house to get food and water once the teradactal had flown away. My brother told me not to go in there. I should have listened. I walked in and she sat on a chaise, waiting with that perfect smile. Then the scene changed. She was in the shower while me and my brother, (now Steven Hyde from that 70's Show) sat in the living room of an apartment. I sneaked into the bedroom (by the stairs and which in the bathroom she was showering was. I saw my mom's head sticking out of a table like one of those tricks where you take off the top to the silver platter and she pops out at you. Her hair was cut off, and that that remained was choppy and unflattering. The evil girl got out of the shower and towel dried her now brown and highlighted long hair. It was my moms hair.

She giggled and told me how she loved her new hair. Then my mom was gone from her place in the table and I saw a creamy cat sitting on a nearby cabinet. I knew it was my mom.

The blonde and blue eyed thing is the only thing that scares me. Blue eyes scare me more than someone with completely blacked out eyes, like a sharks. Blue eyes are frightening. Blonde hair (i have blonde and am wanting to dye it to a cherry brown or mahogany color but my mom won't let me because I'm 12) scares me too. Because of Michelle, I now know that I fought in the war in Germany against the (idk how to spell it so ill say it how it sounds) nautsees. So I have an automatic recoil to blonde hair and blue eyes because they look like Germans. I have more to the people before me's story later....