03/10/2012 Kaye Umansky

It all began when Brian Thomas threw my school bag over the hedge into someone's front garden. We'd been messing about at the bus stop. He called me Four Eyes and I called him Big Ears. He poked me in the ribs with a pencil. I snatched it and broke it in half. He picked up a squashed orange lying on the pavement and tried to rub it in my hair. I stood on his foot. It was then that he grabbed my bag and lobbed it over the hedge, just as the bus pulled up. I could only look on helplessly while he boarded, grinning over his stupid shoulder. The doors closed and the bus pulled away, leaving me hopping mad.

The garden gate was a rickety old wooden thing, secured it with a loop of string. Well, there was nothing else for it. I slid off the string, pushed the gate open and walked through.

The garden was tiny and weedy and depressing, with a huge recycling bin taking up most of the space.The neglected flowerbeds sprouted a lovely display of plastic bottles, crisp packets and fag ends, courtesy of the charmers who wait at bus stops. I ducked low and tiptoed past the grubby front window, hoping not to be challenged.

My bag had fallen in a dark corner between the bin and the side fence. I reached down to grab the strap - and then I saw it!

My jaw dropped open. For a moment, I couldn't breathe.

I had never seen anything like it in my entire life.

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Comment by Daniel Robinson on October 3, 2012 at 9:29

Well done to Amelie Rossati of Holy Trinity School for continuing the story with this brilliant piece of writing.

Forget school!  I’m getting my bag back. He scurried over the fence, nearly ripping his jeans. When he got to the top, he took a massive leap and landed on a soft pile of leaves. He stood up, wiping the soil of his clean white T shirt, hoping that his mum wouldn’t notice later when he went home! He pretended to be a spy scanning the area for an intruder.  He cupped his hands and put them to his eyes, looking up and down.

He suddenly stopped. His mouth dropped open like the entrance to a cave and his arms swung by his side like playground swings. He glanced up. A leaf fell on his head. He heard a voice! He quickly turned around, so fast he nearly lost his footing. It was Brian!

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked, shocked.

‘Um, well …,’ Brian stammered.

 Before he could say anything ….

Comment by Rosie Pike on October 3, 2012 at 10:37

… a dusty face peered over the fence. We toppled over, trying to avoid his piercing gaze. We could both hear a husky voice, moaning complaints; before we realised, the thing’s body was fading from solid, to translucent, from solid, to translucent…… I tried to divert my focus, but I was transfixed.  The creature swooped towards me, hovering above the ground. Brian began whimpering, just like his pathetic bulldog without its bone. He crunched over the flood of litter, backing away from the horror that was his father.

“Dad, what happened?” squeaked Brian. “You scared the life out of us…..”

“I was lost, I was abandoned……,”groaned the figure.

I didn’t care about my bag any more. I had to get out.

I attempted to run towards the leaning gate, but the ghost blocked me off. Brian was glued to the spot, paralysed with fear. I couldn’t tell if he was breathing or not.

If either one of us moved any closer, the object would kill us. We didn’t know why, but somehow we just knew…….. Death was approaching, faster than we knew it ….

By Charlotte Helliar, Jack Holman, Rosie Civil, and Arthur Sullivan, Bishops Stortford College.

Comment by WP Central on October 3, 2012 at 11:22

I looked to the right quickly spotting a gap in a hedge. I grabbed Brian’s hand and pulled him towards the opening. We sprinted up the path with branches scraping our arms and legs oblivious to the cuts they were making. I braved a look behind me and saw the ghost floating behind, gaining on us with every second. Suddenly the path ran out and the path forked in two directions. I ran to the right praying that Brian was following. I ran and ran until I was struggling to breathe. I saw a shed just up ahead in a nearby garden and jumped in and firmly locked the door. I turned around to speak to Brian but he wasn’t there. Somehow I had lost him on the way. I peered through a half broken window into the garden beyond. I froze in place. In the garden corner was a…………….

Carrie: Coaching Department at Renaissance learning

Comment by Charlotte Barton on October 3, 2012 at 13:48

GHOST!!! mabye thats what caught Brian.I'm extremely shocked and she had Brians school in bag  in her hand and I have to save him.

I bet they are trying to turn Brian into a ghost just like zombies when they get you they turn you into one.I have to find a weapon to defeat them or kill them no matter what I will find something.

Im going to the shed to find something there's loads of stuff there I found a lawnmower,tractor,fawk,nails, hammer and some majical seeds now its time to find the horrific ghosts.

I just found them have this secret lair I called out "hey ghosts and i threw the seeds they turned back to human and they were like"what happend?" 

I sopped them I said.......




Comment by Allison Painich on October 3, 2012 at 15:16
"Say hello to my little friend." I threw nails at one of the ghosts. That's when he started to throw up humans. I said, "EWWWWWWW!" It had gotten in my hair. I threw the fork at the other ghost and a hammer at the last ghost. Both started to throw up. The ghosts started to fade away, and all the humans got up and shouted "THANK YOU!" Michael Jackson was thankful that he gave me backstage passes to his concert. I had become the hero of the town.

Good Shepherd School
New Orleans, Louisiana, USA

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