Manali Gantaram
Ms. Asuncion
English 9H
8 December 2015
Finally, it’s Friday, I think to myself as I step on to my bus to go home. It definitely felt
like one of the longer weeks because of all the back-to- back tests and quizzes I had. And it’s only
the second month of high school.
“Rachel, over here!” my best friend Holly yells from the back of the bus.
I make my way over to her, juggling my violin case, binder, and lacrosse stick through
the narrow bus aisle.
“Rachel, did you hear about what happened to that one boy?” she asks, not bothering to
greet me.
“Can you elaborate? That one boy isn’t necessarily specific.” I reply with a sarcastic edge
to my voice.
“Everyone’s been talking about it! Ok, so you know that one little boy who used to play
with Katie’s younger brother over the summer? The one who loves baseball? I think his name is
Kyle or something,” she explains.
“Oh yeah,” I nod, starting to remember.
“Apparently, he was walking home from this club after school, and you know little kids,
they get distracted really easily. So he decided to stop by the playground. That’s where Katie last
saw him, when she was picking up her brother from school,” Holly explains.
“Katie said she asked him if he wants to come with them since they’re neighbors, but he
said no because he wanted to play. And that was the last time anyone saw him. He never went
home, and they still can’t find him. He’s kidnapped Rachel!” She exclaims.
“Oh my gosh, that’s horrible! I can’t believe I didn’t hear about this! But, but…” I didn’t
know what to say. “There’ve been weird things going around in this town,” I say. It’s true. About
a month ago, a girl went missing in a town just thirty minutes away from ours, and now this.
“Yeah, the world is just messed up now,” Holly adds looking outside the window.
The conversation then spread to random topics, and soon, Holly’s stop came into view.
“Ok bye Holly, See ya later,” I wave.
“Bye Rach!” She says.
My stop is one of the last ones, so I have to wait a little before I get home. As Holly
leaves, I can’t help but to think back to whatever happened to that little boy, Kyle. It is really
scary, especially because something like this happened not-too long ago. But, I mean that can
happened to anyone, right?
Finally, the bus reaches my stop, and I step out with a hundred-and- one things in my
arms. I can’t wait to get home. I just want to sleep! Unfortunately, it takes about ten minutes to
walk from the bus stop to my house. I decide to take the short cut: the bike path.
I start to head down the path, stepping on the fallen leaves in my path. Crunch, crunch,
crunch. I briefly put down the stuff in my arms to zip up my jacket, as the cool October air hits
me. I continue down the path but then stop…
There’s a sound of a stick breaking and some rustling leaves. Must be some animal, don’t
worry Rachel…you’re getting paranoid.
I keep walking and start humming a song to keep me distracted.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Ok, this time I definitely heard something and it did not sound
like an animal. Then I hear it…
Footsteps.
This is really weird now. Not many people go through this path, and especially not at this
time of the day.
The footsteps are getting louder, they’re coming closer.
I whip my head back. All of a sudden, someone grabs my arm, and puts a cloth over my
mouth before I can scream.
My vision starts to close in, and I black out.
Ms. Asuncion
English 9H
8 December 2015
The Last Friday in October
Finally, it’s Friday, I think to myself as I step on to my bus to go home. It definitely felt
like one of the longer weeks because of all the back-to- back tests and quizzes I had. And it’s only
the second month of high school.
“Rachel, over here!” my best friend Holly yells from the back of the bus.
I make my way over to her, juggling my violin case, binder, and lacrosse stick through
the narrow bus aisle.
“Rachel, did you hear about what happened to that one boy?” she asks, not bothering to
greet me.
“Can you elaborate? That one boy isn’t necessarily specific.” I reply with a sarcastic edge
to my voice.
“Everyone’s been talking about it! Ok, so you know that one little boy who used to play
with Katie’s younger brother over the summer? The one who loves baseball? I think his name is
Kyle or something,” she explains.
“Oh yeah,” I nod, starting to remember.
“Apparently, he was walking home from this club after school, and you know little kids,
they get distracted really easily. So he decided to stop by the playground. That’s where Katie last
saw him, when she was picking up her brother from school,” Holly explains.
“Katie said she asked him if he wants to come with them since they’re neighbors, but he
said no because he wanted to play. And that was the last time anyone saw him. He never went
home, and they still can’t find him. He’s kidnapped Rachel!” She exclaims.
“Oh my gosh, that’s horrible! I can’t believe I didn’t hear about this! But, but…” I didn’t
know what to say. “There’ve been weird things going around in this town,” I say. It’s true. About
a month ago, a girl went missing in a town just thirty minutes away from ours, and now this.
“Yeah, the world is just messed up now,” Holly adds looking outside the window.
The conversation then spread to random topics, and soon, Holly’s stop came into view.
“Ok bye Holly, See ya later,” I wave.
“Bye Rach!” She says.
My stop is one of the last ones, so I have to wait a little before I get home. As Holly
leaves, I can’t help but to think back to whatever happened to that little boy, Kyle. It is really
scary, especially because something like this happened not-too long ago. But, I mean that can
happened to anyone, right?
Finally, the bus reaches my stop, and I step out with a hundred-and- one things in my
arms. I can’t wait to get home. I just want to sleep! Unfortunately, it takes about ten minutes to
walk from the bus stop to my house. I decide to take the short cut: the bike path.
I start to head down the path, stepping on the fallen leaves in my path. Crunch, crunch,
crunch. I briefly put down the stuff in my arms to zip up my jacket, as the cool October air hits
me. I continue down the path but then stop…
There’s a sound of a stick breaking and some rustling leaves. Must be some animal, don’t
worry Rachel…you’re getting paranoid.
I keep walking and start humming a song to keep me distracted.
Crunch, crunch, crunch. Ok, this time I definitely heard something and it did not sound
like an animal. Then I hear it…
Footsteps.
This is really weird now. Not many people go through this path, and especially not at this
time of the day.
The footsteps are getting louder, they’re coming closer.
I whip my head back. All of a sudden, someone grabs my arm, and puts a cloth over my
mouth before I can scream.
My vision starts to close in, and I black out.
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