STORY STARTER
Write a story where a misunderstanding leads to bad consequences.
It could be a small part of your story, or the whole plot could depend on it.
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βLetβs play together Elizabeth!β A voice echoed across the corridors. Elizabeth, who was in her room, didnβt want to though. She sat stock still in her room on her bed without focusing. The voice spoke again and still, Elizabeth didnβt answer the voice. Then, someone knocked on her door. βElizabeth, itβs me, Mary! Iβm your sister, you can tell me anything . . .β Mary said. Mary then grabbed an action figure that was left on a vanity table and gave it to Elizabeth.
βTwigMan.. so what? Itβs not like I want to play with action figures again . .β Elizabeth said in a rough tone. Mary began to get worried and hugged Elizabeth tightly.
βAre you still upset with whatβs going on?β She asked looking at Elizabeth.
βAnd why shouldnβt I be!? They havenβt told me for 6 payed off years! Now their going on a business trip! They told you, why couldnβt they tell me anything!?β Elizabeth snapped furiously.
βThey knew you wouldnβt like the fact that they were going!! They hid this all just to make you happy Eli!β
βWell Iβm not happy! Donβt expect me to be!β And with that, Elizabeth marched to the end of the corridor where the living room lay. Elizabeth herself started to think about her actions. She didnβt like this new feeling she had caught. She started to cry. She finally got up to look through the mirror. Something odd was behind her. Mary! Mary offered Elizabeth a deal on something which was very serious.
βWe both go to a place I know Elizabeth.. then, we dare each other! If I win, I can kill you! If you win.. well, I can ask our parents to come back home..β Elizabeth accepted this deal. She had already had enough of Mary. They walk for 3 hours until, they reached a cabin. Mary ushered Elizabeth inside. Once they both were inside the cabin, they turned the lights on and sat on a sofa. βSo, whoβs going first?β Elizabeth asked Mary with curiosity.
βMe!β Elizabeth allowed this.
βTruth or dare Elizabeth!β
βDare! Iβm not afraid of you!β
βWhat!? No!β But then, Mary herself had now gotten a pocketknife out and stabbed her to death.