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Abigail is checking out her seventy-five-year-old decrepit body in her mirror, and being a witch, she thinks she has control over her destiny to a large extent, but she is wrong as she quickly finds out when her mirror magically begins to speak and tells her that she has but one week to live.
I must have fallen asleep and jump up in a start, as I see a rabbit running away as fast as it can in order to escape from the threat I may be. Rubbing my eyes, I realize had it not been for the rabbit, I may have still been in dreamland.
I'm feeling totally distressed but know I can't return home. I'd rather die than go back there, but what do I do? I have to keep going and hope I come across someone or something that can help me.
I'm feeling very hungry and thirsty as I take a bite of dry bread without worrying to butter it. I begin to stand and then gradually commence a very fast walk, knowing if I’m going to find someone who can help me, I will find them more quickly by moving faster. But there is no one, and nothing but the tracks in the grass that have been formed over the years by the carts that run up and down this makeshift road intermittently lined with trees.
Moving in and out of the cart tracks, I'm thinking: The cart tracks are here, but where are the silly stupid carts, for crying out loud? What do I do? I'm only a ten-year-old kid. I haven't got a clue where I start.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks now as I look ahead in the hope that someone will be there to help me. I'm wondering if I should go home; at least I have a bed there and food of sorts. At least I could survive.
I'm becoming a little hysterical now as my heart begins to beat quickly due to my despair. I start to run around a bend in the road which enters a forest and as I enter, I can see that the forest is becoming dense further ahead. I become scared of what will happen next. Just as I am about to burst into tears, I see a small shack in the distance and my heart skips a beat.
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