The playground is dull and shabby. All I can here is the faint wind and grass hoppers in the distance.
"Why are we-"
"Ssh-sh-sh-sh-sh!" John interrupts.
"Why are we hear, and why do we have to whisper?" I ask John in a much quieter voice. He doesn't answer me.
I am practically a sixteen year old. I think about pushing him down and making a run for it to the car. But I know that's a bad idea.
John goes and sits on a normal swing. The other ones broken, so I sit on top of the baby swing. Getting stuck is the least of my problems right now.
We just sit there, on the swings for like twenty minutes. Still nothing. "Why are we hear." I kind of whisper and shout at the same time. He doesn't answer me. "Talk to me." Still no answer. He sits there like he just died, I can barely see him breathing. "Hello? Can you hear me?" I get up out of the swing. I walk up in front of him, Wave my hand in front of his face,"Earth to John. Can you hear me? What are we here?" Still no answer, I make an aggravated grunt sound,"Answer me." Nothing.
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What is this ? At test? Is he really dead? If he is, is this good or bad?
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Niagara Falls With Me
Non-FictionKaris Khoole is an ordinary teenage girl. Until she decides to rebel against her mother and gets kidnapped. This book is about her struggles to get free. With a big twist in the end. Read to find out what happens to Karis. This is not your ord...
