what a twist lady or the tiger

            The door opens and the he runs in and comes out with the girl whom I despise so in this arms, and the music starts to play. But before I can scream somebody else does I glace back down at the two, to see that girl was dead and my love was dragging her out, her mangled body covered in blood the upper half of her body was fine but her bottom half was almost completely consumed by the lion who so cleverly pushed away the loose stones separating the lion from that dreadful monster of a girl. But sense the hide curtain was there to keep the man from hearing who is behind what door it kept every one from hearing the girl’s screams of pain. What a pity, I started to think about the man what would happen to him. I then began to think this is my fathers fault and did something I would probably regret later like most teenage girls do, I tripped my father as he got closer to the edge of the balcony to get a better look at the corpse of the dead girl he fell off the ledge and died on impact. And I went down the stairs to go get my man. He became the king and I his queen. I thought to myself it all worked out in the end, epically because I didn’t tell him that I pointed him to the door with the lion but he doesn’t have to know that.