A story with bits left out

(This was an "unfinished story" assignment in college a few years ago.

Write a story with the ending ......... and the footsteps slowly died away.)

                     Jared, Jane and Jacob ignored her futile attempts to please them. They considered her words worthless, her features a mistake and her existence a sheer mischance.

                     Her hair was painfully disciplined, her eyes seemed to be ageing quickly and her lips did little other than quiver. The only creation bushier than her eyebrows was a squirrels tail. She was born a wall paper flower and for certain lived like one too.

                       The first evening of January was when she met Jacob, a heavy man whose vocabulary consisted mainly of grunts. She walked into his office on trembling feet. Jacob stared at her. The walls in his office somehow more expressive than than his face. After an attempt to converse she placed a spiral bound manuscript on his desk. He read the first page, pretended to go through the rest, then said she was a fool to think it would sell.

                       The first evening of February was when she met Jane whose level of obnoxiousness surpassed her intelligence quotient(140). Jane lived to work. She enters again. This time as though walking on broken glass. She spoke using incoherent words, a sharp contrast to Jane's refined pronunciation . Unlike her brother Jane did not turn pages, she simply turned her visitor out, after reminding her that she was a fool.

                         The first evening of March was when she had planned to meet Jared. Though he was well prepared, he turned her out at the door.

                         She walked herself away knowing she would return.

                         The first evening of April she returned to meet them. This time with an unlicensed gun.

                         

                          "Happy April Fools'" she said, her lips still quivering and shot Jared, Jane and Jacob Footstep.

                         She stood still not looking back, as the Footsteps slowly died away.