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Here's a story I made up for my creative writing class in eighth grade:
There's something about this that I don't like. The motions and sounds flow into one too gently. Everything is neat and there isn't a hint of sadness. The people are talking, their voices sound like bells. The plants are a color I've never seen before. I look up, but there's no sky. I try to run and I'm still in the same place. I can't close my eyes to make it all go away. I'm dead, and I hate it.
I always walk home from school each day. No one ever really offers to walk home with me. I don't know why. I'm a pretty nice kid, who's decent looking, and I have an okay family background. I even turn in my homework on time... Well, maybe kids think walking home is too much work. Most of the kids take the bus anyway.
I have to walk home today, like always. My house is at least a mile away. I can get there in nineteen minutes. I start walking and after a few feet I stop. I just stand. There's something strange going on. I can't put my finger on it. It's a scary feeling. It feels like I'm going to die in three seconds. Three. Two. One.
I became paranoid on the walk home; if anything, I've learned to trust my feelings.
Nevertheless, I continued my journey towards home. The tall buildings and sidewalks pass by as I walk faster with each step.
The only thing I saw was a dirty cloth with a ladybug design on it.
I got home safe and sound. Mom wasn't home, nor my dad. That's because I live with my grandma. Grandma is always out gambling or something so she's not home.
I open the door and go inside. I walk over to the ratty couch by the wall and sit down. Dust comes flying up from underneath the cushions. I cough a few times. I unzip my backpack and peer inside. I was expecting my homework. That's not exactly what I found. I found a note.
I read the note.
Anna,
Come to the show tonight. It'll be in the gym. It'll be great, I promise! If you get bored, you can even leave if you want. Tell the staff you're with John, so you don't have to pay for a ticket. See you there!
~John
John is always trying to get me to go places with him. Don't get me wrong, we're just friends. Friendly friends... Best friendly friends. We've been best friendly friends since the seventh grade, when he flipped someone off who was making fun of me.
John wants my to see a school play he's in. The story is set in the medieval times. I don't really know anything about it. John talks about it a lot, though. The only thing I remember him saying about it was that his role was to stand around in a tree costume...
I decided to go. It couldn't be that bad.
The play is at six-o'clock. It's three right now. I have enough time to do my homework, and then get ready for the play. I'll do my math homework first, then my history...
It took me an hour to do my homework and an hour to get ready. When I left the house, I had my "school clothes" on. I forgot to lock the house door.
The entrance of the school is crowded. I decide to go behind the school and walk over to the gym. The school is pretty big, so I started to run. I don't want to miss anything about this "fantastic play". (Besides, if I were late, John would probably hate me.)
I got to the back of the school and started to walk towards the gym.
The custodians don't really clean the back of the school, so trash collects in the corners of "alleys". (I said the school was big. It's like a maze. You'll get lost if you don't either have a map or a sense of direction.)
People skip school often. Teachers don't really bother to find the kids -- the school is too big and has too many hiding places. The teachers wouldn't be able to find the students.
I get that weird feeling again. It makes me feel like I'm going insane, or maybe there's no reason to anything anymore. It makes me feel like everything is fake. Plastic. It's like my life is plastic. Someone has got to be the cause of this feeling... Right?
I slow down and listen to my footsteps. I'm listening for other footsteps, too. I can hear the wind, the music in the gym, and people talking and laughing far off. I look behind me, and I don't see anyone. All I see is school buildings, trees, and trash. I walk over to one of the "alleys". I was going to sit down; I just wanted to sit and calm myself down. I needed to catch my breath after all that running, anyway.
I didn't do that.
There was a person sitting near the corner of the walls. He had a black scarf on, and a black jacket. His pants were black, but they were dusty from sitting on the ground. He had black hair and a thin face. All the black he had on made him look like he was part of the night...
He stood up, and brushed off his pants. He looked at his feet for a couple of seconds. Then he looked up.
I saw his eyes. They were black. Black eyes, black hair, and black clothes. Maybe he was the night.
For a few moments I stood there dumbfounded staring at a person I've never seen before in my life. I wanted to say something, to see if he would answer... to see if he really was standing right in front of me.
I started to say hello when he spoke.
"Don't go," He nearly whispered.
"What?" I asked.
I stand there and hear something in the background.
"Ladies and Gentleman! We bring you..."
It's the noise from the play. I wanted to turn away from this weird person, and run, so I can see John, and his happy face when I show up, but I can't. There's something about to happen. I can feel it, and I know this person can too. It's that strange and scary feeling.
"It's called an intuition," He whispers, looking at his feet.
I look up and I think my eyes shoot out of my head.
How did he know? How did he do that? How did he know what I was thinking?
He continues. "You know what's going to happen. It's happened before. If you want to get hurt, go ahead and go."
I have no idea whether to take this guy seriously or not. He's creepy, but I'd rather not take my chances with something like this.
"What will happen?" I ask.
He looks up again and his eyes frighten me.
"You were always afraid of me, you know. The first time I told you not to go, you went anyway. You were stubborn. I guess I would be too if a 'stranger' was telling me what to do." He walks towards me. "Remember?"
Now I know this guy is a psycho. Without looking, I turn and run for an unlocked classroom. I don't know why the classroom is unlocked -- there's a creep walking around this school! Anything can happen!
I run into the classroom and sit down in one of the desks. I look all over the room and see lots of posters on the wall. Half of them say "Say No To Drugs". Maybe that guy was on drugs.
After a few minutes, I get enough courage to actually get out of my desk that I was sitting in and start to breath again. The desk I got out of made a loud creaking sound. I turned towards it.
"Shhh!" I told it.
That wasn't my desk. I thought it was my desk that made the creaking noise. I thought no one was in here besides me. I thought I was sitting along for all that time.
"Look! This is just TOO confusing! Stop following me! I don't even know you!" I scream.
The person sitting in the desk was the same person I thought I locked out of the classroom. This is almost like a horror movie... Where the girl gets killed.
The man in the desk looks up at me again. He looks like a student. He's young enough to be a student, but too scary. I don't want to get killed by him. I would rather jump in front of a speeding truck on the freeway. He's just way too creepy.
"You keep telling yourself that you don't know me. If you don't know me, how can you think I'm so scary? There must be some reason behind that. Right?"
What he said actually made sense. I've never really been this afraid...
"Listen. You can trust me. Despite your sudden feeling of terror toward me... But... Listen... You know John?"
"OMIGOD! YOU KILLED HIM!?" I scream.
"No! Shhh! Someone... Will hear you! No, I didn't kill him! No one will. You know why? Because he doesn't exist!" He says looking at me. "You've known him for so long, but he doesn't even exist. None of these people do. The people here aren't real."
Is he joking? Aren't real? What does he mean? They're robots? Have I made friends with "Casper, the friendly ghost"? I don't know why I bother even thinking anymore. He'll just say my thoughts out loud like he did before.
"Aha. You're catching on, aren't you. No, these people aren't ghosts. They're people you've made up in your mind. So you don't feel so lonely anymore."
Anymore?
"Yes. All of these people have died. A long time ago, too. You'll die again too, if you don't listen to what I say."
I know what happened. I know what's going to happen. I know everything. Maybe I don't want to live, so why does this guy keep coming back to correct my future?
Well, that concludes the story. Yep...
Please inform me of any spelling/grammar errors. :)
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