The silver bracelet

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  • Dedicated to My awesome school friends!!
                                    

The silver bracelet

hi! before veryone reads this i would like to say sorry for any mistakes, there shouldnt be any ( considering this was my english hmw) but if there is let me know and ill change them! i really hope you enjoy my short ghost story, its not exacly AMAZING but i hope it at least makes you want to read on! xx ^-^

A typical sunny Monday morning turned into a chaotic horror. As the students of Morton High came through the polished gates, they were greeted by police cars and bright yellow tape. The summery air smelt of rotting bodies and gone off milk. The light happy school looked like a miserable dinosaur, with old red bricks and dark windows. Sad and worried teachers crowded round the steps leading to the school. The sun seemed to fade and die as soon as you laid eyes on the bloody mess at the bottom of the steps.

Some students ran, some students screamed or hid behind each other, but Eliza just stood there. Watching and calculating the situation while Miss Runner, the P.E teacher, picked up a mega phone and said in her army voice,

"All students, I repeat, all students, GO HOME! There has been an incident so sadly there will be no school today." As Miss Runner repeated that over and over, Eliza turned and grabbed for her friends as they tried to leave.

"Come on! Eliza, let go!" Mike said as Eliza pulled at his arm,

"No!" Eliza stopped pulling and beamed up at mike with a witch like smile, "Let's go and explore the scho-"

"Don't drag us off on another one of your adventures now Eliza!" Haley moaned. Eliza was a petite girl, with big green eyes and black plaits that came down to her knees. So, it was incredibly easy for her to turn on the cute. She looked up at him, plaits hanging beside her, and fixed her eyes on Mike's, making them look wide and sad.

"Alright, alright!" Mike said desperately, giving in before Eliza turned on the water works.

"What was it!?" Eliza hissed with disgust, as they tried to break into the canteen through the dodgy window.

"What was what?" Haley said, tilting her head to get a better view on where to poke her hairclip to open the lock.

"The thing at the bottom of the stairs, I know! Let's go find out! Maybe it will have something about it in the heads office!"

"Nah." Mike "sneered sounding bored, as he flipped a penny into the drain, "They won't have anything interesting in there, let's go somewhere we've never been, like the attic, or maybe they have a basement?" Eliza agreed jumping up and down with excitement, just then the lock gave. Haley calmly slipped the hairclip back into her blonde bun and smiled triumphantly. Eliza wasted no time; she pushed the window and jumped through, landing painfully on an up-side-down table. As the others jumped through Eliza stared at the room. Was this really the canteen? Chairs were out of their stacks, and looked as if they had been thrown everywhere, all over the place, even denting walls at points. Eliza hauled herself up and shivered, only then did she notice how cold it was, too cold.

As they walked aimlessly through the dark school, their jaws were constantly dropping at the sheer extent of the damage. Chairs were strewn everywhere and paper flew through the corridors with no wind. Every class room was the same, chairs and tables at impossible angles and paper everywhere. They whispered about the damage but soon they fell silent as Eliza noticed how cold it was again in every room. She started to feel more and more uneasy as they continued through the silent school. Eliza was the first to break the silence as they sat outside the nurse's office,

"Well, I suppose we should start to try and find the attic door right?" when no answer came, Eliza looked round only to find two empty seats beside her. Panic started rising in her throat as she called out to mike and Haley, but no one answered. Then she heard it. The slow and steady, Drip...Drip...Drip. Eliza slowly turned grabbing her pleated skirt in her fists and screwing her eyes shut.

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