Whisper
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Join date: 2011-02-28
Age: 12
Location: United Kingdom
 | | Subject: A Sad Story Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:30 pm | |
| There was nothing I could do, nothing would change his mind. It was going to have to be my worst kind of fight... a tickle fight. Tristan flew towards me, his hands out-stretched, and ready to tickle me 'till I fell to the floor. I was trapped, the wall on one side of me, the sofa on the other, I couldn't dodge his tickle-attack. He reached me, wrapped his arms around my waist and tickled me in the ribs until I screamed. At least, it was like a tickle, but Tristan always goes easy on me. We fell in a huddle on the floor, him laughing his head off, me shrieking like a bird. There was a loud bang on the wall: “Be quiet! If you don’t shut up this instant I will report you to the police!” our neighbor, Miss Tangfield, shouted. Yeah, like the police would do anything about it! Miss Tangfield is an 86 year old widow who has always lived in the run down “house” next door. The house itself is particularly old, having cared for over 6 families, each one probably having at least 4 children, it dates to around 1979. I gave Tristan a quick peck on the cheek and went out into the hall to grab my book-bag. “See you later, Calven.” He called from the living room. I didn’t even stop long enough to realize he had called me “Calven” instead of “Babe” like he normally does. I quickly shot out of the hall, my gut bubbling with excitement. I raced down the road, past the graveyard and into the school gates. Ready to tackle the laws of gravity in Science, to venture into the Roman period in History, to be absorbed into a world of still-lives in Art and to calculate the meaning of:A+B6-F+CE=XE= ? in math ( it’s 75!)Tristan thinks that it’s silly going to college, seeing that you never know how many mirrors are in your average everyday school. But Calven Co-Ned was born for school! I arrived shortly after the bell went, so I wasn’t late if that’s what you’re thinking. I hurried into lessons, but as soon as I opened the door there were screams from the class.“What on earth,” I shouted, “are you screaming for?” They all had their fingers in crosses, which freaked me out a little. Don’t think I’m a wuss; I fended off 6 wild boars at summer camp with Tristan last year. I mean, if you were a vampire and all your friends were doing the cross sign at you, which is, may I add, the deadly symbol to vampires (or so Tristan says) you would be freaked. I rolled my eyes and sat down at my desk. But suddenly, without warning, someone threw water at me, which ruined my hair. “Hmm, so it’s not holy water after all…” Flora murmured next to me. I picked up my bag and left. Of course I didn’t go home, that would be a waste of me-time. Instead, I decided to go to the woods to relax, let off some steam. I grabbed my bike, which I had left at school the other day, and set off for town. As soon as I was close enough I switched from the town path and crossed over to the muddy bike mark heading deep into the woods. I headed off for the deepest bit, where I had made the tree-house with Tristan. When I saw it I quickly jumped off my bike and rummaged in my pocked for the key to un-lock the door. Yea, we build in a lock because I was worried about how people might come in and graffiti on the walls, break things, etc, how lame is that, right? By the time I had got to town the sun had started going down, so it was pitch-black by the time I had unlocked the door, got in and locked it again. I decided to go for a little hunt around midnight, the “witching” hour.… I creped silently through the eerie moonlight, only to see the strange glow through the trees.
Sunlight! I thought as I swooped through the forest to the house. When I got there I saw a notice on the door. It read:
Greetings Vampire. We have come and exterminated your pest. We do hope you like what we have also done with the furniture; it looks better broken if you ask me.
From,
The Vampire Hunters.
P.S: You too will end you like your family... I quickly burst through the door, tears flooding down my cheeks. I lunged myself through the corridor, stepping on glass and china cups everywhere I went. Everything was broken, and nothing was spared, “Not even Tristan…” I whispered to myself, kneeling down where we had played that morning before school. Suddenly there was a moan, sounding like it came from the bedroom. Of course, I thought, he goes straight to sleeping the ‘wardrobe’ when I go out. It wasn’t a wardrobe at all, it was a small room underground that can only be reached from the bedroom, but Tristan and I call it our ‘wardrobe’. I rushed down the hall, scampered through the door and clambered into the ‘wardrobe’. Immediately I saw Tristan, lying on the floor face down out of his coffin. Had I mentioned that the door to the U.B (Underground Basement) has a number lock, so they couldn’t have gotten in? I scurried down to him and helped him onto the nearest chair. “Are you alright, honey?”“Yea, I’m fine. I just happen to have fallen out of the coffin, stupid me!” he chuckled“Are you sure?” “Yes, sure.” He pronounced flatly“Are you positive?”“Yes! Stop asking me questions that start with “and” it’s annoying.” He snapped. I told him about the letter and what happened in school.We packed our bags and left that moment, not leaving time for the Vampire Hunters to come back and finish up the job. |
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