The girl who never came
by Beth
Her eyes scanned the garden for her red football but it was camaflauged in the flowers so she left without it. Her feet took her towards her friends house, down a few streets and right on the corner. As she walked the wind seemed to whisper in her ears and it's long thin fingers pulled at her hair and tugged it back. Pulling her black cotton trench coat up too her chin and snuggling up inside she shivered as icy fingers slid down her back. She quickly turned her head too see. But there was nothing. She told herself it was just the cold wind and mumbled 'don't be stupid sarah'. Further down the street, the trees towered above her. Because of this there was no light except for a few tiny holes in between the branches and leaves which let a little light squeeze through. The word 'sarah' suddenly rung through her ears. Her head automatically swung round. Nothing ! She put it down to her imagination and murmured 'sarah stop being silly.' but sped up with her walking a little. Sarah never got to my house. She was found dead the next day in a street down from me. In her arms were her red football. Her parents were also found dead. No-one knows for definite how they were killed. A murder ? A hit and run ? A coincidence ? There was no evidence at the crime scene. No fingerprints. No witnesses. Nothing. I miss Sarah lots. She was such a nice friend. She didn't deserve to die. Sometimes I think it's my fault. If I never invited her then it wouldn't of happened. Bur i was the friend who invited her round to play and she was the girl who never came! |
