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ลำดับตอนที่ #31 : [การบ้านภาษาอังกฤษ] Essay, but actually a story?

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Apologize, but then I could be blamed cheating, so just rubbed for a while.



[BlackLight SoNata]

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โอเคค่ะ! ได้เวลาลงแล้ว ><!

OK now! It's time to put it right ><!

            At an old, filthy and deserted house, there was a girl around fifteen in white and black standing in front of a house door. She looked around the house quietly, but her beautiful green eyes were absolutely empty, even though her hands were holding a birthday cake. How could she be happy to visit this place? —the house that used to be clean and tidy, it used to have laughter all the time…but then it vanished because of that nightmare.

            The real nightmare that occurred in her life that she couldn’t ever forget it…

            She opened the door, her eyes gazed inside. The house was spacious, but very filthy as no one was meant to clean it. She really hoped that someone lived here would make her surprised by jumping to her without a noise, but she knew that it couldn’t be at all…as everyone had already died in this house—in pain. They were all assassinated, in other words, tortured to death!

            Who could believe that when she went out to buy his father a birthday gift would let her change from a girl that had everything became a girl with nothing? Of course, none believed it.

            The girl began to walked inside, didn’t care that the spider web was making her dirty, as she had nothing more to lose but her life. She walked until she reached the living room which was full of smell of blood, the place where her family died. Even though the police had clean this cruel crime scene, the blood scent didn’t disappear, same as her broken heart which couldn’t be lively anymore—like a cold freezing winter with no spring.

            “It’s been three years now,” she suddenly spoke with tears rolling down from her eyes, “that your birthday party haven’t been celebrated, dad.” She looked down the floor with white ink which was drawn like the people’s dead body. She could tell immediately which mark belonged to whom.

            She put the birthday cake on a table full of dust and began to call back her last day memory with her family.

            The busy day with laughter and the house was full of decorations for their family head’s birthday were still in her mind. The decorations weren’t pulled off until now. Her brother and she decorated it with smiles on their faces while her mother was baking cake and supper to surprise her husband. She then went out to buy a present as she didn’t get one for her father. When she came back…was when she saw a real nightmare.

            That was when she, Angelina Fallows, ever saw her family…lying dead.