This is a short story about a young girl and a green scarf she gets for her 13th birthday. |
[Introduction]
this story begins on the thursday 12th 1913 where a young 12 year old girl, clara sits in her living room waiting for her 13th birthday on the friday 13th 1913 she twiddles her tumbs and sits whilst she was about to fall a sleep there was a mystryous knockin on the door she opened it slowly there was nothing but a pacel. She opened it there was a dark green scarf. we loved it so she put it on it smelt like her best friend lucy who died in a car crash a few years ago. the next day was her birthday. she ran down stairs everything was silent. she ran to her mums room she wasnt there the house was empty then there was a wispering from the closet. she carefully opened it and rushed out was a ghost, no ordianary ghost it was lucy she gave clara a fright and laughed like they used to do then this is where the journey begins. she told clara to sit on the bed then suddenly she was outside she quickly looked at the calender it was 1920 she was shocked. she looked at her hometown and saw herself but an older version and she was a lonly old person with no family. then she realised that she was still wearing the green scarf and the world had no colour. back in 1913 it had colour now it was black and white. she quickly turned to lucy and asked what happened she said you made a few wishes with the scarf and it changed the future and all of the wishes got twisted though time then she looked back at herself and suddenly she died and the greenscalf flew off in the wind!
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