The Beginning of the Orange Firefly

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The Orange Firefly

"Mark! Look at me!" I whirled around to look behind me. And there she was, my eight year old sister on a branch that didn't look to sturdy. "Isabella!" I scolded, "Get down from there!" "Aww..." she sighed as she climbed down from the tree. I didn't want to spoil her fun, but I wanted her to be safe. Suddenly, Isabella didn't look to sad anymore. "Fireflies! Fireflies!" she ran around in her white nightgown, her black hair swaying and dancing in the breeze. "She seems to feel at home." I sighed. Mom and Dad were away on a business trip for a week, so we were stuck with our creepy Great Aunt Claire. She had ordered us to her backyard, so we'd be out of her way. I really didn't like the yard. All the trees were so tall and sharp. But their branches looked as though they'd drop you any minute. The grass was up to the middle of my thighs, and the shadows of the trees made they yard seem so...dark. In all of the thirteen years of my life, I had never been in such a gloomy place. It gave me comfort to hear Isabella giggled as she chased the fireflies. Then suddenly, I saw her chasing an orange firefly. I felt as if there was something suspicious about it. But before I could warn her,I heard her scream.