"Why, why did she do this?" Claire thought as she ran. Claire was a five year old girl with blond hair set up in a pigtail with pink ribbons. "Why god, why did you make her do this?" Claire had run away from home because of something her mother did, something that was so horrible for her that she did not want to think of it. She ran over a river and finally got to an old dark house. She ran into it and sat down in a corner where the moonlight shone over her through a small window. She curled up in a small ball and cried. The ribbons had fallen out of her hair so that it fell over her sad face. As she cried her mind filled with pictures, pictures of what her mother had said.
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"We have to get rid of her." Her mother had said to her father. "We can't have her anymore. We can't have a halfling as our child." What had that word meant? Halfling. Her father had not wanted to do anything. They started arguing. Finally her mother screamed; "She is not even our real child! She is one of them Arnold and she will never become one of us." At that she had turned to Claire and grabbed her arm. "No Nancy, we can't just leave her somewhere. She would be killed." "Then maybe we should kill her ourselves." At those words Claire had turned and ran.
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Claire was taken away from her thoughts by footsteps. She crawled over to a darker corner and tried her best not to be seen. Suddenly Claire's hand was grabbed and somebody slapped her. It was her mother, kneeling over her. "You are not to run away like that." She said, and her tone was the angriest Claire had ever heard from her mother. "But you were talking badly about me. You said you didn't want me." Claire said as tears started leaking down again. Her mother's face became white. "It is for your own good." She said. Then she raised her hand and hit Claire on the head. Claire was thrown to the side and her head bumped into the wall. She could taste the blood in her mouth. Everything became foggy before her eyes. "Mom, why?" As soon as the words left her mouth she felt something heavy fall onto her head. She felt cold and then everything went black.
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So yeah... that was Claire. Funny how things work out when you get bored and start staring at a wall with your friend. In case anyone was wondering, yeah she died. Oh and if anyone has seen this story before it would have been on my elfwood account, unless someone stole it and put it somewhere else.
