Anne sighed at her desk. She was in her final hour of school; Reading. There was only one minute of class left. After what seemed to be a lifetime, the clock finally struck 3:00 and the bell rang, dismissing the students. Just as Anne started to walk out the door, she heard the teacher say "Anne, come here." In a stern voice. Anne felt hot and her stomach hurt. What could possibly be wrong? Did she fail a test? Did she have a bad grade? Slowly turning around, Anne made her way to the teacher's desk.
Mr. Murray, Anne's Reading teacher, gave her that one look that teachers give you when you're in trouble. "Y-yes, Mr. Murray?" Anne said, her legs trembling a bit. Her fear turned into relief when he said, "You did well on your test, yesterday. I'm proud of you." His stern looked turned into a grin as he said that. Ugh, Anne though to herself, I hate it when teachers do that. That nearly gave me a heart attack! "Thanks," She said, hurrying to leave and catch her bus.
Anne's heart sank as she saw that all of the busses had already left. Great, She thought, Looks like I'm walking home! Anne felt uneasy when she had to do this. Who knows who or what could be lurking out there? Especially since there have been creepy clown sightings! Anne thought.
Anne lived in Death Valley, a small town in California. Sure, it sounds creepy and all, but it was her home. Anne tried to stay more on the sidewalk and the street than in the grass near the bushes. There could be clowns anywhere. Anne shook her head, What am I doing? There are so many other things that are going on in this world and I'm worried about a bunch of fake, creepy clowns? Feeling a little safer, Anne started to relax a little, but found herself walking faster. Clowns aren't THAT bad, right? Anne tried to convince herself, They're all just a bunch of strangers trying to scare people.... fake clowns threatening to murder people... Anne suddenly broke into a run. A tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to forget about the clowns, but she couldn't get them out of her head. What is happening to me?!
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The Clowns Call My Name
HorrorAnne can't get over the fact that there are so many clowns around to haunt her. None have been caught, of course, in her town. Anne lives in a small town in California, and there aren't as many cops as there should be, at least not as many as there...
