Katherine Jencan, the prettiest girl in year 6, also the meanest girl in Australia. The words keep flowing out of her mouth. I swear she is trying to make me die of embarrassment. I close my eyes. I open them again. Bummer. She's still here. Today Kate is wearing many ribbons in her long luxurious ice blond hair (that should be tied up) and shoes that are definitely not allowed at school. I think about telling the teacher then decide against it. Her father is the principal and telling on her will only get me in trouble. That night I as I lay in bed I think about what happened at school today. Kate heard about my score on the maths test (74 out of 75) and came to tease me about "being a nerd". I hate her. No scratch that. I really hate her
I yawn and stretch as the bright sunlight filters in through the half-closed blinds. Blearily my brain processes that it is 3:00 in the morning. Angrily I get up to close the blinds and realise that there is a mysterious letter on the window sill. My half-awake brain assumes that it had just blew there in the strong wind that was blowing last night, and I clumsily place the letter on my bedside table.
I fall asleep almost immediately and dream of suspicious letters and dark, deep abysses. When I wake up in the morning I look over at the letter on the window. It creeps me out. By just laying there. I shake off the feeling that someone is watching me, I shiver, and walk over to look at who the letter is addressed to.
Olivia Forrest
The bed in the corner
The loft
Mount Hawkrose
Perth
Australia
Earth
12 April 2018
"Jett!". He must have done it while I was sleeping. He is constantly playing pranks on me. I open it to see what he has written and everything starts swirling around me, and then disappears. The last thing I see is Jett, running up the stairs, to find nothing but dust where I once stood.
