Broken Crystal

       Let's get through this first.
       My name is Crystal. I'm eighteen; I have sandy blonde with tight curls. I have these icy blue eyes which my friends are jealous of. I have this awesome friend; he's like the whole package-athlete, academic, council member. His name is Braydon, known as a teen detective. My mum was rich but she got married to this poor guy who is so violent before she passed away seven years ago. 
       Here's the story. 
One day, I was alone in my room which was feeling cozy and snug. I was waiting for my sister; she was coming home after meeting her fiance. I stared at the window for hours. I could see the snow piling up at my backyard through the frosted windowpane. But as time passed, I began to feel sleepy and eventually, I fell asleep on the couch. 
  All of a sudden, I woke up without thinking because of the sharp noise of a scream from my sister's room. While I was rushing to her room, I heard a whistle. A minute later, I heard the sound of a falling metal. She opened the door and yelled "Crys! It was the orange band!" She wanted to say more, but she couldn't. She fell down on the floor in front of me. I was surprised. Soon, I called for help to the police. 
  I went back to my room, locked the door and stood up all along with an absent mind. I was fueled with the power of confusion and panic. 
  I came back to my sense and took my phone. 
  "Hi, what's up Crystal?" Braydon answered, his voice sounding low and strained. My hands were shaking. My whole body was, practically.
  "Hey, can we meet up tomorrow...?" My eyes were filled with tears. 
  "Are you.... crying?"
  "Can you come over tomorrow morning? I need to talk to you"
  "Sure. Get some rest Crys. See you tomorrow!"
  "Bye"
  I hung up the phone. I couldn't stop crying. I stayed up all night with my memories playing back through my mind. The day went bright. There, I saw Braydon in front of the front gate. 
      I told him everything I could think of. I told him every inch of my house. I told him about the windows, the doors, and the whistle sound at night, the falling sound of the metal and everything. 
He looked very serious. I let him enter my sister's room. He checked her bathroom.
"Is this bathtub plug always plugged?" 
"No.... I guess she forgot to plug it after she cleaned up the bathroom" And I could see him thinking. Then, we checked on my step father's room as Braydon wanted. 
"What's this metal box near the bathroom?"
"I think he keeps his medical reports in there"
"Does he keep a puppy? Look. There is some milk left on the box!" Then he said, "Can I stay in your room just for a day? I think this is a serious problem". 
"Sure" I replied. I think he was up to something.
Then at night, I could see him wandering in the bathroom with a wooden bat. It seemed like he was waiting for something. I was bored and I fell asleep. Again.  
       'BAAAAAAAAANG!' I heard a loud noise and the sound of a whistle. t was Braydon hitting the bathtub hole. I looked at him with a weird face. He then shouted. 
"CRYSS! Did you see that? Now we should go to your stepfather's room. RIGHT NOW!" And we did. We went there. I saw the aura of death enveloping him. He soon died. I asked Braydon what had just happened. He answered with an imposing air.
"Look." Pointing at a long orange band below the body. I stared at it. I saw it wiggling. Braydon took it and put it in the metal box. 
"The orange band was a posion snake. I was the one who killed your sister. It went through the pipe and reached your sister's bathtub and poisoned her. And because he was a doctor, he knew that this snake's poison is difficult to find in a dead body. He whistled to call it back and put it inside this metal box. The milk? Yes. Snakes drink milk. He was trying to kill you both for money." 
"But if he's the one who tried to kill us, why is he dead?"
"Easy. I hit the snake when it came to your bathroom. It got mad and bit him instead."
"This is a tragic end because of being a covet."
And yet, I'm all broken. I'm alone. 

The Lottery

This short story called the 'The Lottery' is written by Shirley Jackson in 1948. It's about a tradition of a small village which ends with a person's death to return their thanks to their Gods. In this story, we can see that people of that village in the story, tend to do a lottery of death just because it is one of their traditions. Which really makes me think that this is ridiculous is that the person who 'wins' the lottery will get stoned by the villagers, no matter what or who he/she is. It says in the story that her husband and children also threw stones at her which causes her to death. I think this is crazy. How can you even kill your own family member just to get the result of getting many corps? I won't do that. I would just die in hunger rather than killing my own family. To conclude, i find this story really crazy.

To be honest, I find this interesting too (Even though it is tragic) because the end of the story was unexpected  like that. I thought the lottery was about winning some prizes but at the end it comes for death. I had no idea it would be like that because there were no explanations and people mostly think lottery as gaining prizes/money. But as I over read the story, I found some hints from the writer above telling about the stoning which were the black box, children gathering and piling stones, and it said there the lottery are always done in June(because harvest month is around August).