Aaron Hawk was thinking about Michelle Bault again. Michelle was a wild whirlwind with red hair and freckled face.
Aaron walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always hated old Crystal Haven with its pong, powerless parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel amused.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a wild figure of Michelle Bault.
Aaron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bold, rash, hot chocolate drinker with black hair and pale face. His friends saw him as a high, hissing heir. Once, he had even helped a burnt newborn kitten cross the road.
But not even a bold person who had once helped a burnt newborn kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Michelle had in store today.
The rain hammered like running cat, making Aaron angry. Aaron grabbed an old pillow that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Aaron stepped outside and Michelle came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Michelle bellowed, in a strong willed tone. She slammed her fist against Aaron's chest, with the force of 6458 raven. "I frigging love you, Aaron Hawk."
Aaron looked back, even more angry and still fingering the old pillow. "Michelle, you're not very scary," he replied.
They looked at each other with annoyed feelings, like two odd, old-fashioned owl yelling at a very firey party, which had 80's music playing in the background and two annoying uncles lecturing to the beat.
Suddenly, Michelle lunged forward and tried to punch Aaron in the face. Quickly, Aaron grabbed the old pillow and brought it down on Michelle's skull.
Michelle's red hair trembled and her freckled face wobbled. She looked disappointed, her body raw like a panicky, powerless phone.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Michelle Bault was dead.
Aaron Hawk went back inside and made himself a nice mug of hot chocolate.
THE END
Aaron walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always hated old Crystal Haven with its pong, powerless parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel amused.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a wild figure of Michelle Bault.
Aaron gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a bold, rash, hot chocolate drinker with black hair and pale face. His friends saw him as a high, hissing heir. Once, he had even helped a burnt newborn kitten cross the road.
But not even a bold person who had once helped a burnt newborn kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Michelle had in store today.
The rain hammered like running cat, making Aaron angry. Aaron grabbed an old pillow that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Aaron stepped outside and Michelle came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Michelle bellowed, in a strong willed tone. She slammed her fist against Aaron's chest, with the force of 6458 raven. "I frigging love you, Aaron Hawk."
Aaron looked back, even more angry and still fingering the old pillow. "Michelle, you're not very scary," he replied.
They looked at each other with annoyed feelings, like two odd, old-fashioned owl yelling at a very firey party, which had 80's music playing in the background and two annoying uncles lecturing to the beat.
Suddenly, Michelle lunged forward and tried to punch Aaron in the face. Quickly, Aaron grabbed the old pillow and brought it down on Michelle's skull.
Michelle's red hair trembled and her freckled face wobbled. She looked disappointed, her body raw like a panicky, powerless phone.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Michelle Bault was dead.
Aaron Hawk went back inside and made himself a nice mug of hot chocolate.
THE END
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