Buttercup
By: Lila
It was finally snowing! After living in Texas for ten years it
was finally snowing! I love Philadelphia. I brought my dog Jack outside
to play in the snow. We were frolicking and playing fetch in the cold
white fluff. I ran in and asked my older sister Angelica if she wanted
to come out and play. Being 16, and too old to have any fun, she said
no. I went back outside and tried sledding down the hill with a large
piece of cardboard. I was having a great time. Then I heard the scream.
It was a blood-piercing scream of pure terror. It was Angelica. I ran
inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. Jack was bounding up the stairs
behind me – howling away. My eyes bulged as I saw her door had been
ripped off of its hinges. My sweaty hands pushed the door away. I felt
my heart beating – thump, thump, thump. It stopped short. I saw my
sister lying on the ground in a pool of blood. She had a knife in her
stomach and was inches away from death. She beckoned me closer and
whispered “Buttercup.” Her eyes rolled back into her read and I hastily
called 911. I was on the phone in complete hysterics, and then I called
mom and dad. They rushed home followed by the wailing sirens of fire
trucks, police cars, an ambulance, and a car of detectives. I saw
Angelica being loaded into the ambulance, then turned to find my mother
crumpled on the ground in complete despair. Even though the EMTs said
they would try to do something, we knew my sister had been murdered. Buttercup had
something to do with it. I had to avenge my sister.
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