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“Home! I’m so exhausted!” I went into my room because Anne was sleeping. I had some work before sleeping, so I sat down to my desk, turned my laptop on, put my headphones on my head and started writing my presentation. But I was thinking about something else: “I hope George is sleeping! And what I if I wake up Oliver or Anne with the clicking? I should do it quieter! Or should I do it louder and faster? Did I put the alarm on my phone? Or I didn’t…”
“Eleanor!”
“Did someone say my name?” I turned around with the chair, but there wasn’t anyone there. “I’m imagining things! I should be tired! Let’s finish work and go to bed.” I turned back to my desk and continued working. I wrote down like two sentences and heard something again. I couldn’t understand it, but I was sure that I had heard something, so I went out to the kitchen. I saw Anne’s sleeping bag, and some of her hair hung out of the sleeping bag. I pet her head and saw that our cat, Archie, had broken a bowl. ”So that was the sound!” I went inside George’s room, but he was sleeping peacefully, too. Oliver was in his bed and moved when I went to him, but then he continued to sleep. I went back to my desk, sat back and started listening to music.
“Eleanor!”
“Eleanor!”
“Eleanor!”
I turned around with my chair in anger. My niece is there! I became surprised because we don’t live in the same apartment. Not even on the same street. Maybe something had happened to my brother, her father, and she ran here.
“Did something happen?” I asked.
“Yeah, something did happen,” she said, but there was something in the way she was saying it. “Something did happen.”
I became really, really annoyed because she said this for like five times.
“Something happened to you.”
”To me?” I asked angrily.
”Yeah, to you. Can’t you see it on your body? Are you really okay?” she asked, and her accent had totally changed. It was like she was worrying. I looked at my body. It was full of wounds.
“What is this?” my voice sounded as if I had been 80 years old. I stared at my body again, but there was nothing on it. It was normal again. I looked at my niece.
“What are you doing here?” I asked her.
“I came to meet you for the last time” she said.
“Last time? What do you mean? Why would this be the last time?” I didn’t understand anything and was more and more annoyed!
“It’s the last time, because you are going to die tonight,” My niece said this calmly.
But I never found out what she wanted to tell me with those words. Because we never met again.
Sándor Emma VI. B
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