The Game is Back

Problems

"So" said Isabella "What are you insane people on about? you had the same dream so what?"

we were in the now empty classroom infact it didnt look like anyone had been here for years, the desks were covered in dust and the Bible was mouldy and falling to pieces. everybody fell silent trying to explain before i broke the silence.

"look it doesnt matter right now" i smiled "Lets make a list" 

i scrabbled through my bag finding a blue pen and a scrap of note paper. 

"ok number one lets check out the old church and cemetery. number two escape. number three" i checked my watch and almost fell over with shock "Guys we've been here to days"

"What?" came the shocked out cries.

i nodded nervously then continued "Number three, we need to come up with an excuse with why we have been away so long"

"Why dont we just tell them the truth?" suggested Sophie

"Umm because they would probably lock us up" i replied 

"I have an idea" said Ekkia "We were kidnapped. we took the bus and they drove for what seemed like hours, then they kept us in this crumbling old building until we escaped" 

i nodded and so did the others. 

"Ok lets go to the church"  i said 

together almost simultaneously we got up and left the dank classroom heading out into the 40 degree celsius heat. we tracked across the dirt road and ducked under a fence before trekking across a dusty paddock. i kept my eyes peeled for snakes but thankfully i saw none. the church was old and crumbling, it had all four walls and its roof intact but no doors or windows and holes in the walls and roof. the gravestones were scattered everywhere and some were cracked and broken. most of the dates were gone or too faint to read. inside the church was empty and uninteresting so we just split up and searched the graves. i noticed immediately most of these were children, i knelt down by one and could just read the name; Mariza Nalla died age 16. i shivered even despite the scorching heat and wandered over to the old willow tree. one lone grave sat underneath it and slowly almost nervously i bent down to read the writting; Suzie Tetree beloved teacher and daughter.