Sprite Protecter of the Damned's Blog (1)

The rain, Pitter patter. On the roof. Comes in harder I hear my mom calling the dogs. The rain is too loud I cannot hear The names The door closes swiftly with a noise. The roof sounds like Godzilla is banging on it Soon I cannot hear myself think hear myself talk. There is a scream. I look up I see a horror. Elisa* runs to Sara** She has fallen. Sara looks sleepy. Before she fell she was Awake and Energetic. We look for a knot on her head. We find nothing. I get an Icepack. Put it on… Continue