'Run! Run! Run!' my head was like a radio station on repeat 'Run! Run! run!" It continued to echo through my brain, no other thought on my mind. I tried to straggle back through the window, but i couldn't with the almighty weight of the sack. Lets keep in mind i was just only four, and i had rushed to many magical looking Куклы and orniments i found over the mantle piece. I saw a running shadow "Stop there!" Was i suppose to walk obver to him, apoligise, and hand him back his loot? Yeah right! He ran into the room. I saw his face, i saw his phone, three of the most horrible, еще fearful number Ты can ever dial on your phone....9. 9. 9.
Dont expect me to start running in slow motion, and my whole life flashing in front of me или anything, that never really happens....At least not to me. All i could really think is Run, run, run, run. just like he must of thought "Catch her, catch her, catch her." He put his wrinkled hands over my shoulders, making my body shudder like an insect was crawling over my shoulder. His spidery long fingers tiptoes acrossed my neck, trying to spin its cobweb and call the police, but i managed to wriggle my way out. Thank goodness, he seems to be short sighted and couldn't make out my face, i jumped onto his balcony, him struggling through the window! I looked down-ward, манго and California's were just screaming dots now, waving frantically, but i all i could make out was beautiful long hair like оранжевый satin and Cally's less radiant haystack of hair. They both danced in the wind, but i had no time to think about what to do, или to try and strain my ears to hear Mango's instructions, especially with паук hands scuttling through the window with a typicaly black dressing платье, бальное платье so my imagination was SURE to cast him as a tarantula. I couldn't fly down, my wings weren't to be sprouted untill i was 13, like most other fairies, I saw no other option than to do something completly crazy, it could either managed to make me fall, break my neck.... and break mango's heart, или it could help me escape, with all the loot still a precious as when i first layed eyes on it, i hoped!
I had no time to think it over though- i sprang to action, leaping into the air in a backflip onto the balconys edge, slided down the drain pipe and finished with a splits, throwing the bag off loot to манго and her inferior friend.....crazily, i didnt fall to my knees....It had worked! I had survived it, like i'ld survive every other wound in my life. And i felt great "That was wonderful!" I thrilled, but манго simply sniffed- "Thats lovely veevee, NOW LETS GO!" She tugged at arm, already, after just pronouncing it 'Wonderful' i was starting to tire of this game. The game Ты could never really win.
***
Over the Далее few weeks i found myself woken up by Mango, usually with Cally, even though her weak-wananbee light was often eclipsed by Mango. She would always hiss "Just one еще time." I had the right mind to run away from her, but i'ld rather be a thief than rather bruised AND a thief. But that wasnt that made me squirm (The thought still does) Is that even though she swore this was the last time. I always knew there was Далее night. And the night after. And the night after that. It became the only thing i could think about, all i was used to, so i became attached to it. I still now, but i only have myself to blame. I dont want to write anymore on this subject, theres a lot еще to tell of Jane adams, and i really would like to focus on the good memories, the ones which make me smile:
I was playing with Flora, tecna and musa, making them fly above "Duvet world" a place under my duvet, especially when mercedes would quit meowing and clawing at birds in the garden (Quite amusing to watch actually, of course she never did this when she thought someone to be watching :D ) and would play with me.
Untill one day, манго burst into my room with a smile on my face "Veevee you've earnt this." She passed me a beautiful Layla doll! (She had just done her first mission with the winx, rumoured to be a mission underground to save one of the specialists, Brandon, from a evil princess.) I gasped, grasbbing her impatiently, i wasnt sure what i was еще joyful about- my layla doll's realistic wings, satin изумруд outfit and shiny boots или the fact манго had actually "brought" this for me. "Thank you!" манго shrugged "Keep on playing our happy little game, and you'll keep on getting prizes."
I played so much, i almost didnt mind the nightly tax i needed to keep her. Oh, but what an angry almost!
I played in all my spare time, often i'll watch....Pearl лимон drop, a girl no one really liked, watch me. She'ld looked so longingly at my dolls, particularly layla, and would smile at the thought. Ocassionly i'ld smile back, as i knew what it was liked to secretly (We'ld never want to hurt graces feelings) wanted to get out of here, want to hae propeer pocessions. I was always tempted to let her play with me, but Cally was always keeping an eye on me for манго while she was with her long trilogy of red фонтан boyfriends, and i feared Cally would snitch that i let "Such a freak" play with my dolls. Thats what made me pity her the most.
One day, that pity faded when i looked under my bed, in the ribboned box of Куклы i keep, and opened the box happily- My dolls......My Куклы were gone!
To be continued.
Dont expect me to start running in slow motion, and my whole life flashing in front of me или anything, that never really happens....At least not to me. All i could really think is Run, run, run, run. just like he must of thought "Catch her, catch her, catch her." He put his wrinkled hands over my shoulders, making my body shudder like an insect was crawling over my shoulder. His spidery long fingers tiptoes acrossed my neck, trying to spin its cobweb and call the police, but i managed to wriggle my way out. Thank goodness, he seems to be short sighted and couldn't make out my face, i jumped onto his balcony, him struggling through the window! I looked down-ward, манго and California's were just screaming dots now, waving frantically, but i all i could make out was beautiful long hair like оранжевый satin and Cally's less radiant haystack of hair. They both danced in the wind, but i had no time to think about what to do, или to try and strain my ears to hear Mango's instructions, especially with паук hands scuttling through the window with a typicaly black dressing платье, бальное платье so my imagination was SURE to cast him as a tarantula. I couldn't fly down, my wings weren't to be sprouted untill i was 13, like most other fairies, I saw no other option than to do something completly crazy, it could either managed to make me fall, break my neck.... and break mango's heart, или it could help me escape, with all the loot still a precious as when i first layed eyes on it, i hoped!
I had no time to think it over though- i sprang to action, leaping into the air in a backflip onto the balconys edge, slided down the drain pipe and finished with a splits, throwing the bag off loot to манго and her inferior friend.....crazily, i didnt fall to my knees....It had worked! I had survived it, like i'ld survive every other wound in my life. And i felt great "That was wonderful!" I thrilled, but манго simply sniffed- "Thats lovely veevee, NOW LETS GO!" She tugged at arm, already, after just pronouncing it 'Wonderful' i was starting to tire of this game. The game Ты could never really win.
***
Over the Далее few weeks i found myself woken up by Mango, usually with Cally, even though her weak-wananbee light was often eclipsed by Mango. She would always hiss "Just one еще time." I had the right mind to run away from her, but i'ld rather be a thief than rather bruised AND a thief. But that wasnt that made me squirm (The thought still does) Is that even though she swore this was the last time. I always knew there was Далее night. And the night after. And the night after that. It became the only thing i could think about, all i was used to, so i became attached to it. I still now, but i only have myself to blame. I dont want to write anymore on this subject, theres a lot еще to tell of Jane adams, and i really would like to focus on the good memories, the ones which make me smile:
I was playing with Flora, tecna and musa, making them fly above "Duvet world" a place under my duvet, especially when mercedes would quit meowing and clawing at birds in the garden (Quite amusing to watch actually, of course she never did this when she thought someone to be watching :D ) and would play with me.
Untill one day, манго burst into my room with a smile on my face "Veevee you've earnt this." She passed me a beautiful Layla doll! (She had just done her first mission with the winx, rumoured to be a mission underground to save one of the specialists, Brandon, from a evil princess.) I gasped, grasbbing her impatiently, i wasnt sure what i was еще joyful about- my layla doll's realistic wings, satin изумруд outfit and shiny boots или the fact манго had actually "brought" this for me. "Thank you!" манго shrugged "Keep on playing our happy little game, and you'll keep on getting prizes."
I played so much, i almost didnt mind the nightly tax i needed to keep her. Oh, but what an angry almost!
I played in all my spare time, often i'll watch....Pearl лимон drop, a girl no one really liked, watch me. She'ld looked so longingly at my dolls, particularly layla, and would smile at the thought. Ocassionly i'ld smile back, as i knew what it was liked to secretly (We'ld never want to hurt graces feelings) wanted to get out of here, want to hae propeer pocessions. I was always tempted to let her play with me, but Cally was always keeping an eye on me for манго while she was with her long trilogy of red фонтан boyfriends, and i feared Cally would snitch that i let "Such a freak" play with my dolls. Thats what made me pity her the most.
One day, that pity faded when i looked under my bed, in the ribboned box of Куклы i keep, and opened the box happily- My dolls......My Куклы were gone!
To be continued.