My Ranking Points
Who I am.
The sun rose like a grey cloud over Blood Brook. Howls of wolves rang ominously in the distance, as crows cawed and snapped their sharp beaks. Whereas most of the town glowered at their family members and settled down to breakfast, one girl hummed loudly, skipping across the cobbled, broken path.
“SHH!” A scaly, white-faces woman stepped out of her home, shaking her fist. “YOU’RE LOUD ENOUGH TO WAKE THE DEAD!”
The girl turned, frowning. “I would highly doubt it, Modom!” And continued skipping. This time a green-skinned, one-eyed man shuffled out of his built- up, sturdy rock home. He rolled his eye, and turned to a woman passing by.
“Think she’ll be in evil? For all the torture she puts us through?” He muttered, loud enough for everyone to here. The girl groaned. This is all she’d heard all year. ‘Evil? Evil. Evil!’ All she’d done was try to spread some happiness in the grumpy place she called home.
Immediately she ran back home, taking hold of the bony door **** and twisting it.
“MOTHER! I’m home!” She cried, stepping inside.
“Oh.” A paled, **** woman slipped out of the shadows. “I thought you were gone for good, Bracken.”
Bracken stared at her. This was the kind of welcome she got every day.