A Little Pasta

Stitch

Julia ran for seemed like hours, it was dark already and she decided to set up camp. "Stitch, can you help me?" She asked looking at her stuffed rabbit. The rabbit slowly nodded it's head and she sat him down. She gave Stitch two sticks. "Can you make a fire while I do the
rest? I'm 9 years old, I can do the rest." She said reaching in her suitcase. She rolled out a sleepingbag and heard crackling of fire. She turned around and saw a fire. Stitch had a grin on his face and Julia clapped. "Yay Stitch!" She said. She yawned and turned Stitch around. "Don't look Stitch." She said changing into her pajamas. She held Stitch and sat around the fire. "Tell me a story to make me feel better." Julia said clutching Stitch. Stitch's black button eyes turned a blood red. The flames of the fire began changing. They turned into diffrent shapes and Julia smiled as she tried putting the pictures together. She yawned and crawled into her sleeping bag. "Goodnight Stitch, I hope things are better for us tomorrow." She said closing her eyes.