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I still didn't have my drivers license, which sucked being the only Junior that didn't have it yet. I have failed it 13 times, which is the worst number EVER. Anyway, I was riding the bus when I got a call from a unknown number. Obviously it was a prank call, all you have to do is put *67 and it will say unknown and won't let you call it back. I answered anyway.

I found myself sitting on the bus, petrified at what I had just heard. "Do you believe in ghosts?" "No, why." "There is one sitting next to you." At that all my books went flying and hit the ground with a loud bang. I screamed. Of course the bus driver got mad. I picked up my books cautiously and sat staring at the head in front of me for the rest of the bus ride.

At school, it was a pretty normal day. Geometry, English, Spanish, Algebra 1, and gym were all pretty normal, aka boring. The one class that really got me was art. "Ok everyone, grab your pencils. Today we will be drawing our top three worst fears, and then we can go over them and solve them! Dosn't that sound fun?!" "No," I whispered to myself. "Not at all". For my first fear, I drew my family dying in a house fire. I was always scared of that as a kid. For my second I drew myself dying a slow, painful death, my parents sobbing and Aaron not understanding what was happening. And for my third, I just drew my books flying across the bus.

I got home and, to my surprise, no one was there. "Mom? Aaron? Where are you guys?" No response. They were probably just at the doctors office for Aaron. I walked into the kitchen to get the normal, iced tea and my moms awesome blueberry muffins. When I got into the kitchen, neither thing was there. In fact, all the food was gone. I starting thinking about the call, but then reminded myself that ghosts aren't real, they were just made up to scare you. It was probably just a prank anyway. Right? I had to get it off my mind. I walked to the TV when I heard a loud thump upstairs. Maybe it's mom? Aaron's probably just taking a nap. I laughed to myself. He always throws a fit at nap time.

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