Short Story

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Short Story A tall, thin looking girl emerged at the top of the stairway. She had a face as pale as milk with a scruffy mop of long curly ginger hair flowing down around it. She had a look of deep sadness on her face but still seemed to have a warm essence about her. Samantha ambled slowly down the dusty stairway humming to herself along the way. She was one of those people who was always stringing words together to make tunes, this was her one escape from reality, well that and long walks along the quarry side on Thursday afternoons. She moved slowly and gracefully through the hallway and into the dinning room. “Samantha Jane Smith, you’re late again! Well what have you got to say for yourself?” “I’m really sorry Mrs Longhurst” “Is that it” This was said quietly and almost in a gentle, caring way by Mrs Longhurst, “Well child can you not even come up with a decent excuse?” Her voice turned to evil, pure evil. She shouted so loudly that the pigeons were disturbed in Trafalgar. Tears formed in Samantha’s eyes as she hung her head and tried desperately not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. A sharp shout came from the far end of the dinning hall. “Oh look! What a surprise! Samantha has turned on the water works yet again! What a baby!” The whole room seemed to simultaneously start chanting - the most horrific chanting you have ever heard. “Baby, baby, baby,.......” Was there no end to this torture? The thing is that this was not just a one off occurrence. This chanting and mental abuse went on every morning lunch time and evening and the only reason it didn’t happen every minute of every day was that ... ... middle of paper ... ...s Thursday Mrs Longhurst, I'm going for a walk” “If those toilets aren’t clean” “oh they are”. She turned and walked on, not even taking a glance back. Yesterday evening at 4.30 a young teenager committed suicide. Leaping to her death down a 400 foot abandoned quarry. The girl has not yet been named nor the body recovered. The chief of police said in a statement earlier this evening that there will be a full investigation into the well being of the children at Heinshore, and assured the public that they would not let this case go. A tall, thin looking girl emerged at the top of the stairway. She had a face as pale as milk with a scruffy mop of long curly ginger hair flowing down around it. She had a look of great joy and satisfaction on her face as she walked slowly and gracefully on to the train.

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