On the 1st of December the weather got nasty, freezing gusts of wind blew over England from the north and there was even a light frosting of snow (amazingly). People were awed by this strange phenomenon and wondered what the hell was going on, but all they really cared about was whether there would be enough snow so that they wouldn't have to go to work or school the next day.

In a cul-de-sac, somewhere on the outskirts of London, there lived a girl called Marcia, who was 18 years old and she had just broken up with her boyfriend, Jim. She found that their relationship had been going no-where, and that she was actually bored of poor Jim so she broke it off with him a week ago before the beginning of December.

"Oh woh is me," she complained to her younger sister June, who is only 16, "For I have no bf."

"What the hell are you talking about? Bf?" June asked her with a puzzled look. Marcia was a typical drama queen so June was used to her talking funny.

"A boy friend of course. What did you think I meant, a "best friend"? Marcia replied snappily. June just stared at her as if she were a bit mad, which she probably is.

"Well duh, you just broke up with your recent one Jim, of course you don't have a boyfriend. Stupid girl." June muttered the last bit under her breath.

"Oh, but now I am in need of one, so I shall go and find one, right now. Maybe that cute boy who works in Sainsbury's, or the one at the library, or maybe the one..." Marcia was cut off by the sound of their door bell ringing. "Ooh, maybe it's for me." Marcia exclaimed loudly, so that the whole world heard her, and ran for the door. June followed her wishing she had gone out that night to the rave at her friend's house; Pike.

"Ooh," Marcia squealed as she opened the door. On the floor, right outside the door, was a big box, about 3 or 4 inches high and a little gift tag was attached to it.
"To Marcia, from question mark" Marcia read out. "It is for me." She was practically beaming at the box.

"Were you doing a secret santa thing?" June asked looking at the box with curiosity and a hint of jealousy, as she had never been given a gift as big as the gift that was surely in that box.

"No." Marcia said. "But someone obviously loves me enough to send me a gift." June rolled her eyes. Marcia thought the world revolved around her and her only. "Maybe it's from a guy, or from my bestest best friend in the entire world Kim, or from Heidi or from..." Marcia kept going.

"Just open the damn box!" June yelled interrupting her. Marcia stared back at June with big, owlish eyes.

"Ok, no need to scream." Marcia said. She reached down and pulled the lid off the box. Then she reached inside and pulled out a small tree, with a dead partridge lying in the compost. She quickly dropped the tree, put the back of her right hand to her forehand and promptly fainted. June looked into the box and pulled out a card.

"On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a dead bird in a pear tree." June looked at Marcia. "Wow you really pissed off Jim."

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