Pink Moon(FOURTH PICTURE)
She tied her hair into a bun, then her hands tumbled for the necklace by her heart. It was a beautiful necklace, shaped like a moon. It was pink, and it glows in wonder. “I never want to lost this.” She whispered to herself, then sighed.
She looked up into the sky, filled with stars and darkness. But there was something in the sky that made the darkness not so scary, not so deep.
Charlotte gazed at the moon, unwilling to keep her eyes away. She stepped back, hearing a crack. Charlotte quickly looked at the ground, and realized she had stepped on a stick. “This park…is filled with magical wonders.” Charlotte whispered to herself. “Never had I seen the moon so close.” Charlotte let go of her necklace.
“Moon…please listen to me.” Charlotte looked up at the sky again, and the moon gazed back in a glowing spirit. “Fear is in my mind.” Charlotte reached behind her neck and unlocked the necklace. Soon, she was holding the moon necklace in her hands. “My only offer to spare my life.” Charlotte nodded. She could feel tears coming to her eyes. “If my necklace. Would you accept it, oh sweet moon?”
The moon suddenly turned red, growing darker and darker in color. Charlotte was in her deepest fear, but she did not panic. She knew this would be how the moon react, for her words were not strong enough to calm the moon. “I’ll go home, and talk to you some more.” Charlotte turned to go, but then she turned back. She was still holding her necklace. Charlotte threw the necklace on the ground, and the pink moon shattered into pieces. “I’ll give you something better.” Charlotte whispered. She knew the moon had heard her.
Charlotte was home.
She quickly ran upstairs to her room, trying her best not to wake her brother and mother. Charlotte quickly opened the door to her room and climbed on the windowsill, sitting with her legs crossing. She looked up, and sure enough, the moon was still there. “I’m here, it’s me, Charlotte.” Charlotte spoke softly, but the moon can hear her no matter what.
“I know what to offer you. I’ve been thinking about it a lot-“
Charlotte gasped.
The moon was PINK.
Charlotte glared at the moon, realizing the moon up on the sky looked just like the moon on her necklace. Could other people see this? How did this happen? Was she dreaming? “Oh…” Charlotte could feel herself breathing heavily, but she did not know why. “Moon…you’re…beautiful…like my old necklace.” Charlotte smiled s thin smile to herself. “I’m so happy, you’re beautiful.”
Suddenly Charlotte cannot breathe.
“Charlotte! You’ll be late for school!” her mother walked in the room, and gasped. She gasped, then screamed. “CHARLOTTE!” her daughter was dead.
Three days later, her mother was still mourning to her daughter’s death. She had locked Charlotte’s room, not even letting herself in to see her daughter’s things. It was too painful. But how? How did Charlotte die in her room?
One day her mother went for a stroll in the park, just to clear her mind. There, she felt her foot stepped on something, CRACK! Her mother looked down, and gasped. It was Charlotte’s necklace piece, her mother could recognize it anywhere. “It’s my daughter’s necklace.” Her mother picked it up and looked closely at it. a piece of the pink moon was in her hands.
Suddenly, her mother began to look up at the sky. It was daytime, of course, and the sun was up, not the moon. But from that moment on, the mother would gaze at the moon in the park every night, saying “Oh moon, I have fear in my heart. What shall I offer you?”
One night, the mother had on a necklace, of a blue, glowing moon.
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