1. A Story like No Others
By: Pookey
This story is a story me or you well never forget about, well maybe me more
likely to keep remembering this story that’s why I’m writing this story, so here’s
how it starts.
It was a beautiful night, it was my winter concert for 4th grade, and we’ve been
practicing for a month now, what a hard work it was, practicing so hard to get it
so perfect.
Before the concert I was sitting in my 4th grade homeroom waiting for the concert
to start but of course we weren’t the only one in the concert, there were little kids
who were in kindergarten through 3rd grade, well they seem small to me at least.
When we were waiting for our turn on stage we were so bored nothing we could
do, except to read a book but to me sitting in that room sounded more fun but
some girls thought that reading would help them forget that they were sitting in
a room full of 4th grade girls that are so bored, oh did I mention that this school is
only school for girls, well if I didn’t I did now, anyways lets keep moving along
with this story, as I sat there waiting for the time to pass by every other girls sat
playing with there Nintendo DS some played with there iPods, I forgot all those
entertaining items, So there I was in the middle of the room doing nothing but
waiting for the time to pass by but before the time could even pass by, the
teacher that was watching us yelled out “ who wants to hear a scary story ?”
I thought sure why not it be fun but some girls said “too boring” most said “I
would” or “ I like too” I said “I would” but that made no difference whether
their answer was “yes” or “no” he was going to tell the story even if they didn’t
want to hear the story, he was probably bored too.
So he begun, as he started to tell the story I got cold, but before he got to even
finish it was time for us to go on the stage. The one sentence that made me so
cold was “A girl sat still in her room reading and she knew someone or
something was behind her.”
I couldn’t move even when the lights were on, when I did I shoved all the girls
out of my way and squeezed in the middle, it felt like there was someone or
something behind me my friend said “Ghost aren’t real !” I shivered and goose
bumps landed upon me I did not trust my friend cause she was not me.