Polly had come as far as this, knife in hand ready to kill Emily. She walked up to her hand shaking like a tree about to fall. Polly was ready, knife ready, She closed my eyes She had done it. Polly ran away as fast as I could. However she couldn't believe what she had done. It was all over the front page of newspapers, police knocking on doors to match finger prints. No one could find her she had disappeared. Polly was found though, back at the castle knife back in her hand. She looked back, mouth open wide.