"Jack!.... Jack!!!... Where are you?.... .Samantha!!!.... Samantha can you here me?" "Shit, where the fuck could they be". there was a light rustle in the bushes, about two hundred meters away. I sprint towards it hoping for signs of life and oh boy did I find a sign of life.
2 weeks earlier.
Bzzzzzz bzzzzzzz. my phone revived a text. I look down to check my phone hoping the teacher wouldn't see me. "Wolfgang Kinden!!!! just what do you think you're doing on your phone during this maths test! hand it over now" "shit" i think to myself. I quickly take the SIM card and battery out and handed it to Mrs Nizelda. "you can get this back at the end of the week. and for this being the third time, you will report to the principles office"
That afternoon I arrived at the principles office. "Sit down Wolfgang" I take my place on the seat opposite the old man. "ok Wolfgang, this is the third issue of you using your phone in class. you know it prohibited so why are you doing it?" I try to think of a good excuse to come up with but I had to face the truth "well you see it's not very important but my friends are all in other classes so we can't just talk to each other and yeah we can't plan what we are going to do during these holidays coming up" the principle looks at me with disappointment. "Wolfgang you know you aren't even meant to have phones at school and you should know very well that there should be no conversation what so ever between any people" at this point I feel angry yet know I was doing the wrong thing "yeah I guess you're right Mr Foresawn, ill learn from my mistakes" "yes I believe you will but this issue still needs to be dealt with, what do you think should happen?" I try to think of a nice and easy punishment but decent one to serve. "ummm yard duty for two days?" I ask in a nervous voice. He nodded in agreement.
After the two days I had to do yard duty it was Friday. I was so keen to get my phone back I couldn't stop fidgeting. it finally came to the end of the last period. I make my way up to the office. I arrive and immediately ask in a polite manner "may I have my phone back please?" the office worker handed it to me with a pissed off look on her face. No body liked her. I liked while saying a rude remark under my breath "Cough cough bitch cough cough" "excuse me!" she yells but trying to sound undetected. "nothing miss" I run off to catch my bus.
During the bus ride I reboot my phone. "bloop" my phone was on. I quickly check the message. It was from jack. "hey bro I was just on the Internet and there's this comp going on for who ever can do the best video thing on an urban legend" I instantly reply "hey bro sorry for the late reply had my phone taken off of me and only just got it back. any way about that urban legend thing I recon its an awesome idea but which one do you want to do?" I hit the send button. he takes forever to reply so I was waiting for hours for him to reply. it got to midnight when I was fast asleep, BZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZ my phone seemed to vibrate even more than usual. I look at the message rubbing my eyes trying to focus on the writing. it's from Jack. " hey bro I was thinking the nezrax soul, the soul of an old man who boiled people and ate them and all that. I've talked to Samantha and she's in for it what about you?" I replied with "yeah sure thing ill talk to you tomorrow about it ok".
YOU ARE READING
The urban legend
TerrorA trio of teenagers enter a competition for a trip of a life time but they had to make the best film of an urban legend. What they didn't know was the legend was real.
