classroom 4b
It's a great story piece.
So there will be more, which will probably be longer.
Monique was an ordinary tiger girl with a special obsession. She gathered caption crimson sweaters. She had yellow, green, blue, black and all colors that you could imagine. There was one that she had not, that was a bloodred. She had ever seen one, but when they buy kite was already gone. Way that day was her dream to once a red caption crimson sweater to get, they would do anything about it One evening she was home alone and she was watching a movie about horses. Then the phone rang. She looked at the number on the display. There were only two gates. She picked up the phone and said "hello" "Is this Monique?" Asked a voice that sounded rather hollow. "Yes," said Monique, she found that the voice of the man sounded strange, like he was in a fire. She heard the whole time fire in the background was. "I can help your get your wish to go, I mean that was the caption crimson sweater." "How?" "If you do exactly what I say it is sure that you get the caption crimson sweater" "Uh ... okay" "Well first go to your garden and pick up your bike." Minogue switched off the TV, grabbed her coat and keys, walked through the back door, opened the door and grabbed her bicycle from the shed. "What now?" She asked as she stood on the street. "Go right" Minogue jumped on her bike and rode to the right. ON a crossroads she stopped the one hand led to the woods the other hand led to the city. "Now go left." sounded from her cellphone to ear against which they had pressed. She rode left, to the city. She rode the railway and the canal lance. her voice from her mobile phone sent her lance still dangerous places on the chance that she fell and was run over, but it seemed like everything was dangerous today was off. Then she stopped at the most dangerous intersection in the city. "Now if you go straight you will get your sweater" Minogue cycled across the intersection, she tried the voice of hatred mobile to understand, but in one way or another there was a fault on the line. She rode across the middle of the intersection, when they exactly over the center of the intersection cycled sounded a loud horn. Startled, she looked to the left, she heard the horn, saw headlights, hoode screams and felt a hard blow to her side. The last thing she heard was a loud laugh that came from her mobile. A young behind Monique had cycled saw the girl at the intersection while driving a truck arrived. He tried to call the girl, but she did so in her interview that she did not hear hum. The man saw that the truck drove to her, he saw her flying through the air and with a fearsome blow she came on the tarmac. Quickly he state and walked to the crumpled girl. The girl bled properly, her blood beaded in a big stain on the asphalt. He looked at her and did not understand what he saw. While the blood of the girl on the asphalt beaded changed the color of her jacket. It seemed as if the blood of hatred among vest discolored. Increasingly feather crept up the blood. Until the vest was red, red as blood. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Behind him stood a cop "you can not do any more, it's too late" Two medic load quickly her on a stretcher and pushed her into an ambulance. The man watched the ambulance drove away. He still did not understand how the vest girl get discolored. As he grabbed his bike, and drove home, he knew he would never forget. And that's the first victim