Hacked

Chapter Two- Gem

The day just flew by and soon I was stuck in science, the last class of the day. Of course, we had a sub and if just so happened to be Mr. Morton. He blabbered on about some movie, while we were supposed to be learning about volcanoes. Class was way too boring, so I decided to write a little poem of my own,

Fear

Thinking a gang will pop out,
Not any ordinary gang

A gang of guys in sunglasses,
Waving their hands in the air,
"Rejected oooh rejected"

Maybe not in reality,
But I'm afraid

What if this is all a lie,
Implanted by an enemy,
A prank

What if it isn't true,
What if it's a lie

What if I fall into the trap,
And I tell the truth

If I tell the truth,
The bomb drops,
And it's over

So then that would mean that it really wasn't true,
Just a cruel prank

A cruel prank indeed

I'm brought back into reality when I feel a hand on my shoulder, "Gem Blackwood. Care to explain to the class how volcanoes erupt?"

"Uhh," I stuttered,"Maybe-" Mr.Morton cut me off, "Exactly. You don't know."

I looked down at my feet as he muttered, "Gosh, your teacher would be disappointed." He walked away and continued ranting to the class about volcanos.

I was so relieved that I had barely gotten into any trouble. Man, if Ms. Marlich would've been there, I'd be toast.

The bell rang and I realized it was time to pack up and go home. While suffering through reach, supposedly doing "schoolwork", I decided to check the document and I realized that there was a new poem. However, it went by the name anonymous. Probably Carissa messing with me, I thought.

It's Me
By: Anonymous

Pain
Fear
Nightmares strike your mind

Scared to the bone
Home alone
The worst possibilities

Strange noises
Creeping up on you
Taunting your mind

You never know
What's around the corner
The horror of it all

Evil
You can't escape it
All your dreams are lost

Carpets stained red
The blood of a loved one
Don't worry, you'll see them soon

If only you could of held them
One more time
Before their blood was spilled

Their faces demented
Much like my own
So sad to see them go

But don't worry
They are still here
Waiting to take you with them

They have turned
They are mine now
And soon...so will you

For they are lurking
Waiting
Waiting to get you

Shadows slowly getting closer
Distinct shadows
That everyone knows

A man in a long cloak
And a long staff
And a hand of bones

He is coming
Be ready
You never know

The time slowly catches up to you
When you least expect it
Your time is done

The clock strikes
The chimes ring
All the angels sing

Fire rages on
Your family and friends all gone
You should of listened to my advice

Now you have to deal with me
My decayed face
My dead eyes

After all
I would know better than anyone else
I'm dead

Wow, it was probably the creepiest thing I had ever read. What could Carissa be talking about? I had to ask her about it when I got home.

On my way to the bus, I bumped into Carissa who was walking into the opposite direction. She nearly attacked me and grabbed my arm. "Ouch," I complained. "Write more," she demanded, just like she usually does.

Anyway, so back at home I grabbed a donut from the pantry and got my phone out to text Carissa.

Me: Yo, that poem you wrote was creepy. Why was it under "anonymous" anyway?

Carissa: What poem?

Me: Agh, stop playing dumb. U better check the doc.

Carissa: fine

Well, duh it was Carrissa. I'd get her to confess sooner or later anyway.