" I can't believe it ", I thought to myself. It was the third time this week I've been late to class. What was wrong with me? I always have been on time to class. "I just hope that I won't get a- AGHHH!"Wow, the day was getting so much better, first being late, then tripping over air and being face to face with... THE FLOOR. I spent some time with the floor until I got back to my senses.
"Late again, Mr. Lansbury? Do you know what that means? Two hour detention for you." My mouth dropped open. Wow, two hours, a bit extreme, I thought. Ever since the new principal came, teachers have been a bit more.....unpredictable. Come to think about it, ever since the huge wave of disappearing people around the city, everyone has been a bit tense. It has been all over the news. There are rumors that Mr. Anahi, our old principal, had disappeared, and has been replaced with Mrs. Jen.
"CHRIS!!! PAY ATTE--", the bell rang, leaving the teacher with the words in his mouth. Luckily for me, I hid behind this bulky guy, so I wouldn't have stay after class and listen to the teacher's BLA BLABLA . Before I could even congratulate myself, I crashed into this kid, that was giving out the school newspaper. She smacked me with a newspaper and put it in my hands. An article stuck read:
Approximately 105 people have disappeared for the last two months.
Why are people disappearing all of a sudden? Who is taking all these people? News reporter Nancy Skein has attempted to speak to authorities. Unfortunately, authorities would not respond to her questions.
"What? Police didn't respond? LIES, LIES I TELL YOU!", a few kids looked at me like I was crazy, I didn't mind; I felt weird, as if this affected me. A few of my friends' family members had gone missing, but not mine.
School had gone fast all day, especially because of that newspaper, I had my mind on that one paragraph. I even had a nap about it in lunch. (Yes, I take naps during lunch, don't you?) School ended, and I was walking back home, as usual, a girl from school, Elena, was walking cheerfully home, and waved. When I turned around to tie my shoe, I heard a scream; when I looked back, she was gone. "Umm, are you playing some kind of trick?" I ran to the spot she was standing at. Her bracelet was on the cold concrete. My eyes widened. I snatched it off the ground and ran terrified home.
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Painful Deaths
Bí ẩn / Giật gânChris is an average guy. He isn't really social or interesting to the other people in his neighborhood and school. Lately, he has noticed that there has been people missing around the city. It's been all over the news. The weird thing is that no o...
