By Lakshna, age 17, United Arab Emirates
Sweet Designs Featured Writer
And then, there it was. The house she was making her way towards. She had nearly walked past it; she had to double back. She took only a couple of steps when she was struck. She lashed out at what had hit her but her hands found only air. She looked down and saw that it had only been bits of twigs and leaves, brought on by the sudden gust of wind. She smiled to herself, and walked towards the house.
And then, he struck. One, two stabs, and it was done. Easy.