"Don’t turn around little girl, stay quite still, or i'll make your death more painful' said a voice right behind Elana’s head. She made to turn round but she was to scared to move. 'that’s right, just stay still and i wont hurt you as much.' Elana tried to wake up, as if it were a dream, but realised she had already tried that. 3 times. she wanted to call for her mother and father who had a shotgun in the desk in the study, but the sharp knife digging in to her throat was nearly cutting off her air passage as it was. 'Now, all I need is one simple thing Elana, all i need is one thing. Could you do one thing for me? You can answer.' Elana said ' why? You’re going to kill me anyway. She said it with more contempt than she meant and immediately regretted it. ‘Well this way, your family doesn’t die.' Elana was shocked. Even though she was adopted, they were like her real family. Her sister, Bexie, who shared music taste with her, how could she die knowing it was her fault bexie died? 'All right' she decided 'what do I do?' The voice said 'you have to agree before I tell you.' 'What? No. It isn’t fair.' 'Fair? You are in no position to talk about fair to me little girl. Poor bexie, I think shoved in a blender and drunk by my dog sounds nice, don’t you?' 'You have a dog? What kind?' ‘Oh, a Labrador, my Lily, so sweet, golden and soft-but that’s not the point. Do you agree?' There was no decision. 'Ok. I accept. What do I have to do.' 'well...'
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'Well...' said the voice, 'just sing. Sing me a song. Any song and I’ll save your bexie's life.' Elana thought of a song that would be ok, but all she could think of was the rude songs of the boys in her old class at school. 'Um...' 'I’m waiting' said the voice. 'I can't sing your knife is cutting into my throat.' 'Ok, I will let go of the knife, but if you run, or shout, i will kill everyone you know and live or have even smiled at, EVER. Elana thought about running...but then she thought of the kindly old postman, in a row of impersonal graves. Why had she smiled at him? Damn. 'ok, I won’t, you can let go now.' the knife dropped from her throat. Elana wanted to run but was too busy using her newly discovered full use of her windpipe.

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Elana decided in a split second that the only chance she had was to run. She scrambled off her bed and almost tripped over her cuddly toy, Mr. Squiggles. But on she ran, out of the door and banged on her parents and little bexie’s door. She shouted and shouted for them, but there was no reply. 'Why are my family such deep sleepers?' she barricaded the door as best as she could, and slipped a note under the door. Hopefully they'd be able to read it in the morning, when they woke up ALIVE.
She ran out of the house, taking keys. Money and a jacket (she didn't want to die of frost bite) and a sharp knife as fast as she could. As she ran, she tried to think of anyone who had a grudge against her... Georgina, in her class, but she wasn't that much of a bitch that she would try to kill Elana. Maybe ally, they had been fighting lately, but still, she was nice, and wouldn't kill Elana, no matter how much she had annoyed her. She could not think of who would kill her, but she now turned to a more important point. Where would she go? She couldn't go back to the house, in case the killer was still there, but she couldn't live on the streets. she wasn't old enough to rent a flat or get a job, and then she thought of the school. Bromley high school maybe have been uncomfortable, but it was still somewhere to stay, there were beds and spare clothes in the nurses room, and she knew the code to the doors. She started to run.
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Elana got into the school and ran to the nurse’s room. Sleep, she thought, I need sleep. And no matter how tired she was, or how hard she tried to get to sleep, she was still too scared for Bexie, and her mum and her dad. But eventually she drifted off, and had a dream about blenders coming to attack her led by a golden Labrador...
She woke up at 6:30 am and looked around the room for things to make her look more presentable. School uniforms in the cupboard... check. Washed face in the sink in the bathroom... check. Now, hair, hair, it looks a wreck... a hairbrush. The office maybe, the lost property box? She crept around the school trying to avoid caretakers. There was nothing in the box, and then thought. Of course! The staff room! The teachers leave a load of stuff there. She ran up the stairs, entered the room, and started to search. Dr. Trotter...no. she still couldn't believe this was what she had been reduced to, needing to borrow dr. trotter’s hairbrush, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Mrs. Duggleby... no, but there were 6 pairs of Chanel tinted pink glasses... Mrs. wells... YES!! But her hair always looks awful... oh, well, thought Elana, at least she could brush her hair now. As she brushed and tugged through tangles, she glanced down at Mrs. wells' drawer again, then did a double take. A knife, a blood stained knife. And a picture of a dog, a golden, soft, Labrador. The picture had 'lily' written on the back. 'no...' said Elana out loud.’ no... She’s my form tutor; I never chewed gum in class... why would she try to kill me?' 'Because, Elana, of your good for nothing uncle.' said a horribly familiar voice. Elana looked round, and saw the teacher, standing a foot away from her, with a gun in her hand. 'My uncle...' Elana was scared, but still she talked, anything to stop that trigger being pulled. 'What has my uncle done?' 'Well, Elana, your uncle is a liar, and he had an affair. An affair that RIPPED me apart.' 'You had an affair with my uncle. YOU. Why would anyone have an affair with you?' the words were out of Elana’s mouth before she realised what she was saying, but she didn't care. If there was ever a time to be snide to Mrs. Wells, it was now. 'You cheeky little good for nothing girl, I did not have an affair, I have dignity, and pride and I know how to keep a promi-' 'yeah, whatever. Then what?' said Elana. 'Well, little Elana, I was married to your uncle. But he had an affair with your aunt. And now they're happily married, with me, plotting my revenge. They never knew I would strike back and hurt them, like they hurt me. I was hoping for something to come along, and it did. A little girl, with a rucksack as big as her, claiming to be their niece, and I knew I could use you to get to them. You die tonight, fickle Elana, because of your worthless very friendly person of an aunt, who STOLE my husband.' Elana knew she was going to die. So she let rip. 'You didn't want to leave teaching the sixth form did you? You just wanted a chance to teach me, get my class contact list, find out where i live and kill me. You know, wellsy, you are such a freak. A lot of men have affairs, but you are the only ex-wife I know who has plotted this much revenge. You FREAK. Why would my uncle marry someone like you in the first place? Are you sure you aren't delirious? Are you sure it wasn't a one nightstand who was drunk enough to believe you were pretty, who you fell in love with and stalked, who you eventually believed you were married to. Well get what, you may have been married once, but all you are now is a sad old woman with a grudge. And your dog isn't that cute either. Oh and by the way, this little monologue had a purpose. You may think mobile phones are useless and waste of money, but that's only because you must've been born in the Stone Age, you're so old. Well, the phone let me call the police. No where to hide, Wellsy, and you're going to get what you deserve. and just your luck, I had a science project to record myself in my sleep and see what I do, so we have pure evidence you're a PHYSCO.' sure enough, the door burst open and there stood 20 men in dark uniform, guns all held towards Mrs. Wells' head. 'HANDS UP!' the chief ordered, and she was taken away. The death penalty may have been illegal in England, but they made an exception. She was whizzed up in a blender and fed to her dog, just like she threatened. The irony of it all. Elana, Bexie, and everyone else lived happily ever after (well, not everyone, there's still poverty and wars, but we're working on that).
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