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As Kids they used to fight...They would always try and compete to see who was better at everything. No matter the years they have been together and no matter the time they have have spent in each other's company, they never seemed to get along...

The tribe (the name they called themselves) Lived in a large house in the country side where several fields surrounded it. There leaders (Foster parents) were named Clark and Claire and had adopted them when they were only 4 years old along with there other foster brothers and sisters. Jemilla was the oldest and the maturest, she had curly short hair that bounced up and down every time she walked, her skin was pale and smooth and she was very tall for her age and would always have to make sure everyone was in line, no mistakes. But much to her dismay one of the tribe members would always disobey her, never Listen to what she said...Zazzalil the youngest tribe member had tanned skin with freckles going across her nose, her hair was always in a high pony and a cheeky, malicious grin was always plastered on her face. The 2 never got along, Much to the tribe leaders dismay, and they would always compete to see who was better. Across the room they would give each other death stares and even occasionally kick each other under the dinner table. But they would never take it to far...until now.

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As the morning sun broke above the horizon and the sky turned a sum what shade of blue the tribe members sat in there bedrooms (well sort of a room that had beds in it) to which they shared with each other planning of what mischief they would achieve that day...

"Let's make flower crows!" Keeri shouted, she was a tall girl for her age who was mostly very obedient and caring. She had warm soft eyes and a loving smile and soft silky hair. She was naturally very calm and would never do something that would get her in trouble!

"No no Keeri" Emberly sighed in frustration "we did that yesterday! and non of us could do it except you! Why dont we bake something?" she said excitedly, like Keeri she was very goodie two shoes and would always do what she was told.

"NO NO!!! lets watch Mr Paul Mathew's comedy act!" Exclaimed Schwoopsie

"DUCK POND, DUCK POND!" Ducker shouted above the now many voices shouting out ideas.

"Ugh!" Zazzalil groaned loudly "you all have the worst ideas ever! I wanna do something like i dunno exiting..." She muttered rolling her eyes

"Ok then" Replied Jemilla "why don't you pick what we are going to do today zazz, see if you have any better ideas.!" She said with a taunting grin.

"Fine then I will!" She said standing up smiling "I decided that we shall play hide and seek in the fields"

The tribe were silent for a moment...Non of them really liked the idea of going into the fields...There were many rumours of going there...That bad things would happen if anyone would even dare to have the idea of entering, Even Jemilla was uneasy but wanting to win the fight between the both of them she announced "Fine then! come on tribe"

"Bu- But Jemilla, aint there like...ghosts that live there!!" Said a petrified SB whose eyes were wide with fear.

"nope! there just rumours that Grandma Molag tells us!" She replied, but in truth she was extremely worried...

"But what if they are true Jemilla! Remember last month when that farmer, Jack power went missing after he went exploring in them!" Pipped up Grant

"So what!" Shrugged Zazzalil "Im not scared and you lot shouldnt be either! There just fields!" She said grinning "So come on! Ducker your counting!" She told him as her and the rest of the tribe took off towards the masses and masses of land waiting to be ventured in...

"There just fields..." Jemilla mumbled to herself racing off to catch up with the others

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Jemilla was amazing at hide and seek! She was the most logical thinker out of anyone in the tribe and a pretty fast runner, she knew exactly where to hide and how fast it would take her to get there...and she was ready.

Around a mile from where Ducker was counting a grand oak tree was placed on the outskirts of one of the fields. She used to go there with Claire and Clark when she was little. Skidding to a halt by it she began to climb higher and higher until she reached the tallest branch around 20 meters off the ground. She grinned in satisfaction nobody would think to look here! Nobody will find her! And even if something came to get her she would have the high ground! Peering round the branch slowly, Gripping onto some sturdy bark for support she waited and waited for any indication sthat omeone had been found or that Ducker was done counting...

Until she spotted something...
A small figure running at full speed straight towards the oak tree...
not stopping to rest or even to look back...who was it?
She could feel her heart threatening to fall out of her chest.
And her knuckles turned white from such anticipation.
Was it Ducker?
Was it a ghost?
or was it a monster?

Preparing herself for the worst she hurriedly slid down a few branches hiding herself among the leaves...watching and waiting.

"Jemilla? are you up there?" Came a soft voice from where the mystery figure was standing, a voice Jemilla knew way to well...Zazzalils

"For Ducks sake Zazz you gave me a bloody heart attack, What are you doing here!!" Jemilla shouted down to her.

"I can't find any where to hide!" She called back angrily as she began to climb the tree.

"Bugger off Zazz! Dont you even think about climbing this tree" Sneered Jemilla "this is MY hiding spot!"

"Pleaseeeeeeee!" Zaz wined "I'll be quiet honest!"

"NO! the last time you promised to be quiet when you hid with me and then 2 minutes later we got found as for YOU couldn't stop laughing!" Retorted Jemilla

there was an awkward silence for a moment as Zazzalil recalled the memory in her head "Oh yeh...But i am a changed person! I will keep my mouth shut!" She swore mimicking herself shutting her mouth shut with an imaginary key, As she continued to Climb until she was on the same branch as Jemilla...

"I said NO!"

"Pleaseeee!"

"NO!"

"I won't make a sound!"

"GO AWAY!"

"I promise you won't get caught!"

"GO BUGGER OFF ZAZZ AND FIND UR OWN SPOT!"

"Please Milla!!"

"I SAID NO!" Jemilla shouted giving her a light push.

And then zazz was falling

DOWN

Down

down

Until she was a crumpled pile at the bottom of the tree... Unmoving...She wasn't joking this time, Jemilla half expected her to get back up laughing...but she didnt, and at that momment could she possibly be...Unliving?

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Jemilla felt her heart sink deeper into her chest. She felt her mind go blank, and her soft brown eyes grew wide with fear.

Had...had she just killed Zazzalil?

Even because of their differences and their daily rivalry, it never crossed either of their minds when or where they should stop. And Jemilla knew...she had hit the limit.

Regaining her breath she carefully made her way down the tree making sure not to fall in the process. Until finally her boots hit the ground.

Bolting to Zazzalil side she bent down and felt Zazz’s hand for any sign of a pulse.

“Please be a pulse please be a pulse!!” She murmured her eyes widening with fear. Suddenly she felt a faint beat, very faint but there.

She released breath she didn’t know that she was holding and stood up.

“HELP?” She called loudly

“SOMEONE? ANYONE? JUST SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!”

Staggering slightly Jemilla scanned the fields around her for someone...It didn’t matter who, it could be a monster for all she cared she just needed Someone...

But as she was about to give up something could be seen in the corner or her eye. She hurriedly turned around and saw 2 figures walking towards her! They didn’t look creepy or scary, they looked just ordinary! And without hesitation Jemilla ran towards them.

“HELLO? PLEASE CAN YOU HELP ME!”
She shrieked tears now flowing freely down her face.

“PLEASE!” She said sobbing uncontrollably, running up to the people. As she came closer she realised one of them seemed to be a man and the other a woman they were holding hands and talking in hushed voices.

Suddenly the man must of noticed her as for Jemilla heard him say “Little girl are you alright”

Jemilla tried to speak but she couldn’t, it felt like her head had been pushed underwater and like she couldn’t breathe.

Instead she shook her head and began to lead them to where Zazz was laying.

“Hey...” said the woman

“My names Emma Perkins and this is Paul Mathews...” She continued “what’s your name?”

Feeling desperate Jemilla opened her mouth ; taking a deep breath she managed to say her name.

“Jemilla...”

“Ok Jemilla, are you alright?” Asked who she now believed to be Paul.

She shook her head again and beckoned them to follow her.

Finally the arrived at the oak tree and as soon as the couple saw Zazzalil they
Immediately bent down beside her.

“Is...is she dead?” Asked Emma looking at Jemilla with such urgency.

“N-No...she’s A-Alive” J-mills nodded

Emma, without hesitation scooped the small,motionless girl up in her arms and fiddled in her pocket for her phone without success.

“Paul could you call an ambulance my phones in my pocket” she asked him “Jemilla, sweetie do you know you parents number so we could call them?”

Jemilla nodded quickly as Paul gave her the phone for her to dial their number. Not even after one ring they answered.

“JEMILLA IS THAT YOU?” Came the familiar voice of Claire.

“Ye- Yes Claire it’s me..” she replied

“OH GOSH YOU WORRIED US ALL SICK! We have been searching the fields looking for you OH GOSH! CLARK!! WE HAVE FOUND HER!” Claire shouted with relief “OH DUCK LORD! Where are you? Are you ok? We have been so worried!! I am assuming Zazzalil is with you?” She said but when Jemilla didn’t answer she stopped.

“Wait Jemilla...Zazzalil is with you right?” She whispered.

“Yeh..yeh shes with me...I guess it was the reason I called” Jemilla trailed off slowly.
“Oh Claire it was all my fault!! I pushed her from the oak tree!! It wasn’t meant to be a hard push!! Then she fell on the floor and she’s really hurt! Please come!” She blurted out quickly.

And without pausing Claire said “I’m on my way...”