Megan Aisenberg
A young author interested in writing murder mysteries and humorous poems, looking for improvement :)
Megan Aisenberg
A young author interested in writing murder mysteries and humorous poems, looking for improvement :)
A young author interested in writing murder mysteries and humorous poems, looking for improvement :)
A young author interested in writing murder mysteries and humorous poems, looking for improvement :)
I woke up, quickly dressed and headed off to school. On my way, I saw a coca cola shop that hadn't been there yesterday. So I decided to grab a drink. When I reached school, I had already finished half of my drink. I quickly drank the rest of it and threw the bottle in the dustbin.
I was saying hi to everyone, but for some reason they were all ignoring me. The teachers, the students, even the janitors! What had I done?? Even my best friend, June, was ignoring me. This was getting out of hand. I wanted to scream. I shouted at everyone to tell me what I had done wrong. But nobody listened. If someone shouted in the hallway, they got detention. I was so mad, I stormed off to class. I sat on my seat, and when the teacher was marking attendance, she marked me absent, even when I said present!
I rushed to the washroom. But I wasn't prepared for what I saw: I couldn't see myself in the mirror! Uh oh- was I- invisible? NO WAY!! It must have been that drink I drank this morning. I left school and went to the shop from where I brought the drink. I wrote on a piece of paper, "I drank your drink and now I'm invisible HELP!!" The guy chuckled. He said, "Well I'm sorry, but you'll stay like that for a week. My assistant shouldn't have given you the drink. My bad."
SO I WAS GOING TO BE INVISIBLE FOR A WEEK??
3 days in and my missing posters are all over the city. Welp, guess what? I'M RIGHT HERE!! This is horrible, and I hate every bit of it. This is definitely a curse.
It's that time of the year. It's 14th September, The Prison Day. The worst students from every school are taken to a prison and locked in a cell with extreme conditions. Let me explain.
Every year on this day, a teacher picks one to three of the worst, most troublesome students from his or her class. This applies for Grade 6 and above. The guards take these picked students to a small cell, with a very cold or very hot temperature. After sometime, they leave the students with the teachers in a room. The teachers are given a small pocket knife to cut one finger of the student from their weak hand.
The teachers have an option of not being a part of this, but most of them decide to take part. Luckily my teacher has denied ever doing this, as she thinks it is very brutal and we are only kids after all. But my brother's teacher doesn't think so. I hope my brother is safe.
I just got to know, my brother is safe but his best friend is not. I hope this system changes. It is traumatic, and just wrong.
I don't know how I got here. I have no idea what this place is, and I don't know how to get out of here.
The last thing I remember was watching TV on my sofa, and falling asleep there.
But here I am. In this dark, quiet room. No doors, no windows. Just four black walls to stare at. It was like a small cabin, the size of a walk-in closet. Except, it didn't have an exit, or a light, or anything.
At first, I couldn't hear anything. It was quiet. Then, I started hearing a buzzing sound. Then, the sound of my breathing, the sound of my stomach. It keeps getting louder and louder. I want to shout for help, but even when I am whispering something in a very low voice, my voice sounds terribly loud.
It has been a few minutes, and I think I am starting to hear my own heartbeat.
It keeps getting louder. It's really loud right now. All the voices are mixed- my breathing, my heartbeat, the noises of my body- Ouch!! It's really starting to hurt.
I can't take it anymore. I don't know what's happening, what I should do and what not. I just want to get out.
So my neighbor had gone missing a week ago, and he wasn't found yet. I never really socialized with him, and I didn't even know his name. It was 1 am, and I could hear the neighbors crying and talking to the cops. His case wasn't closed yet. I must have been really tired though, as I fell asleep almost instantly in spite of all the noise.
I had a weird dream that night. In my dream, I saw a man running through a dark forest and panting. It was like someone, or something, was chasing him. I couldn't see anything but him and the path ahead of him. Then, he climbed a tree, and managed to hide. That's when I saw the person chasing him, it was a man holding a sharp knife and shovel. He was dressed in black clothes, and was wearing gloves. And then, I woke up. I shrugged it off, and got dressed to go to work. I work as a news reporter, and currently, I was reporting every little detail on my neighbor's disappearance.
I got the same dream for the next few days, and I had had enough. So, the next morning, I decided to take a day off from work. I decided to go to the ONLY forest in town, the one I had been seeing in my dreams, hoping to put an end to my dreams.
I took my best friend, Emma, with me to the forest. There, I kept looking for the man. I don't know why, but I was hoping to see him. I searched, but didn't find him. Or the person chasing him.
Later that night, I had the dream again. So I decided to head out to the forest again, with the cops. I didn't know the man hiding, but I thought and hoped it was my neighbor. Just then a cop said, "We found him." I turned to look at my neighbor, who was standing there, shivering. The cops thanked me, but they still didn't find the other man who was holding a knife and a shovel in my dream. I went back home and finally fell asleep, peacefully. Or so I thought....
Should I do a part 2??
Promise me you won't laugh at me, But I accidently embarrassed myself today, I was roaming in the hospital, But then I knocked down a nurse with a food tray.
The soup and water spilt all over the floor, And my white shirt was stained with juice, The nurse was fuming, And I tried to come up with a good excuse.
I tried to walk away, But I slipped on some water, I felt like an idiot, And I could hear everyone's laughter.
The nurse helped me up, And I muttered a 'Thank you' I ran out of there as quick as I could, With my legs covered in soup!