HELP ME

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Charlotte was sleeping in her room on her big bed, the lights were dim, the ceiling fan was on because it was a hot night. The air from the fan was cool. Kimberley was also in her bed sleeping peacefully. George was in his bedroom. It was next to Charlotte and Kimberley’s room. In George’s room there was no ceiling fan, so the window was open to let in the cool air. He was sleeping comfortably with the air blowing calmly.

When Charlotte was deep in her sleep, she had a dream similar to the one she had about Raymond. This time, she dreamt that she was running towards a tall tree as fast as she could. She was running like someone had grabbed something from her and ran up the tree. When she reached to the tree, she was panting heavily. She was very tired from all that running and jumping in the forest.

She looked up the tree and saw Kimberley hanging helplessly from the tree. She was in bad shape, she couldn't move. With the little energy left in her, Kimberley called, “Help me, Charlotte!”

Charlotte opened her eyes and woke up from her dream. She took two deep breaths and got out of bed. On the table beside the bed was a cup of water. She got cup and drunk water like a thirsty animal.

It was morning, the sun was shining over the horizon. The windows in Charlotte and Kimberley’s room were opened slightly. The white curtains however were widely opened to let in the morning light.

Charlotte walked over to Kimberley and woke her up, “Rise and shine!”

Kimberley opened her slightly big brown eyes and looked at Charlotte. Her eyes popped out. She realised that she had forgotten to pack her clothes in her suitcase. She said aloud, “I forgot to pack last night.”

“That's why you have me. I look after you. Don't worry, I packed everything you will need on our holiday,” replied Charlotte while smiling.

Kimberley hugged Charlotte tightly and questioned, “What will I do without you?”

“Alright. We have no time to waste. Let us clean the house,” Charlotte replied.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Robinson went to the police department because she received an emergency call from the detectives. She left the house without information anyone. But, little did she know that she was already spotted by Charlotte when she glanced outside her bedroom window.

She entered the office, she found two men standing, looking out the window waiting for Mrs. Robinson. The room was quite big with plenty of books on the shelves. The room was rather dusty, it needed to be cleaned. A long table was in the middle of the room.

“We are glad you could make it here under a short notice,” began a man wearing a black top hat. His face was serious.

“Alright,” she responded.

The detective laid on the big table 6 black and white photographs of Raymond at the scene of his death.

“As you can see Mrs. Robinson, Raymond was probably attacked by a bear because these scars are quite big,” the detective reported pointing at the stomach of Raymond's photo.

“So you are telling me that a bear killed Raymond?”

“Yes Mrs. Robinson,” the detective agreed.

“How?” she demanded.

“As for now, we cannot tell how, but we have information that bears are really rampant in the forest,” explained the detective.

“Last time you told me that a jaguar killed Martin. What happened to that?” She continued to demand.

“We teams are working tirelessly to figure out what killed him. We are getting close to finding the answer.”

“Are you going to wait until all my children are killed to find the answer?” Mrs. Robinson asked angrily.

The detectives looked at each other but said nothing. They looked back at Mrs. Robinson, she had tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Robinson stormed out of the office. She decided to visit the market before heading back home .