Ghost Story

Chapter 1

I rushed down the hallway, narrowly avoiding people that are three times my size. I thought I had escaped, but Trevor Rhodes had found me anyway. And shoved me in my locker once again.

"Hey!" said a voice. It sounded like a girl. Which was surprising since I was a skinny geek.

"Let him out of there," says the girl," or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else, you'll get a taste of your own medicine,"

I hear footsteps and Trevor mumble, "You're gonna get it, girl."

"Are you ok?" she asks me, after getting me out of my locker.

"Uh...," I say like I do around all girls. She waits for an answer. When I don't say anything she starts talking again.

"My name's Amelia by the way. What's yours?"

"Uh...R-Rocky," I stammer.

"Oh! Like the wrestler from that old movie?" Yea. Like I could be a wrestler.

"What's that?" I ask, pointing to a silver ring.

"Just a ring I found. You can have it," she says holding it out to me. I take.

Before I have a chance to say "thanks, the bell rings and Amelia ran off.

The warning bell rang and I ran for my life so my math teacher, Mr. Etzel, won't put me in detention. I made it into the classroom just before the final bell rang. Mr. Etzel noticed.

"Mr. Smith," he said through gritted teeth.

I gulped

"Yes, sir?" I say looking down at the floor.

"Please strive to get to my class earlier,"
"Yes, sir,"

I shuffle back to my seat and work with my head down. After class Amelia comes up to me.

"Are you okay Rocky?" she asked.

I nodded. And just our luck, we ran into Trevor once again. He grabs me by the back of my t-shirt and dangles me just high enough, that my feet can't reach the ground.

"Put him down," Amelia says.

Trevor gives her a dirty look.

"Oh, it's you again," snarls.

"I said, put. Him. Down," Amelia commands. Trevor drops me on the floor, and I hear my pencil snap under my butt. It makes a nasty crunching sound. Trevor makes a face of utter disgust.

"Eww," he says, "was that a bone?"

I shake my head.

"Good," Trevor says, "I need you for something,"

"Where are we even going," asks Amelia.

We're trudging through the woods in the middle of the night. Trevor gives us a sinister smile, that should never appear on a middle schooler's face. We continue through the trees, bugs falling on our heads. I'm cool with bugs, but I'd rather not have them fall on my head, thank you very much.

"We're nearly there," Trevor tells us.

"Nearly where?" I ask.

"The graveyard," he says in a deep, gravelly voice.

"The graveyard," I say shakily.

"Yea, the graveyards always nice." Nice. Well, for people like Trevor, it probably feels just like home. But what I don't get, is why he had to drag me along. And Amelia too I guess. Before I get a chance to ask him, Trevor put both of his arms out to the side, and Amelia and I halt. He walks up towards the graves. We move, ninja-like, across the grass. I feel lumps under the soles of my tennis shoes. Bodies. Dead Bodies. I breathe heavily. Amelia, on the other hand, looks like she's having the time of her life. She runs around, inspecting the headstones, the names engraved on the rough, rocky surface. I see Trevor walking up the hill out of the corner of my eye. He almost scares me. Somehow, I forgot he was here. Even though he's the sole reason that we're here in the first place. He stops and motions for us to join him. Amelia runs up the hill, auburn hair flowing behind her.