Aila had never been happier or more confused in her whole life. As Allan turned away, she thought about what a difference today had made in the future. Her future. There was a strange tingling in her stomach that she wasn't used to.
That's when she heard the screaming.
It was distant at first, almost like a high pitched buzzing. She whipped around to find the source of the noise. There was something light pink running towards her. Then as Aila squinted against the afternoon sun, she could make out a mess of light blond curls... Oh, no. It was Nyra. She'd never liked Aila to begin with, but she'd also been in love with Allan since they were toddlers.
Nyra was screaming, and running way too fast. Aila was frozen from shock and confusion until Nyra was less than three feet away. By then it was too late. Aila was stronger, but Nyra outweighed her small frame by at least thirty pounds.
Nyra slammed into Aila, causing the both of them to tumble down the hill. Aila could feel Nyra pulling her hair and digging her fingernails into her skin deep enough to draw blood. When they reached the bottom of the hill, Nyra had landed on top. Aila was pinned.
She struggled as much as she could, but Nyra pressed her knees on to Aila's arms. She could barely breathe under the crushing weight of this girl. Aila could do nothing. Not even when she saw the gleaming silver dagger.
To Be Continued...
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