Nothing More
BY MICHKAYLA APPLEGATE
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he was in a peaceful sleep. Her
smile was lit from cheek to
cheek. She was all cuddled up
in her think, quilted blanket. The sun kissed
her face, waking her from her deep sleep. Her
light brown eyes slowly opened. She could
feel the cold morning air on her skin. The
warmth from her bed-spread held on to her
begging for her to stay. She knew she couldn't though. She slowly rose out of her bed.
She reached her feeble hands to the air,
stretching her stiff muscles. The feeling of
peace was within her. She turned her head to
the little crack of sun light in the wall of her
room. Its gentle heat touched her hand. She
smiled, greeting the day before her.
She pulled of her covers. Her warm
feet touched the cold, hard wood floor. The
girl pulled her body up of the bed. As she began to walk out, she noticed something. The
tavern is quiet, she thought. Instincts kicked
in. She drew her sword. Too quiet. She readied herself. She slowly walked to the doorway of her room. “Darren, you here? Hello?”
she yelled. She reached the hallway. She
walked down it to Darren's room. Silence
filled the hall. The only sound she could her
was her very footsteps. As she entered the
room, she looked around. No one was there.
She walked to his bed. The old thing looked
as if it hadn't been touched in a long time. It
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