“Hello? Somebody in here?” I was nearly collapsing of nervousness. No answer. I knocked again but still no answer. I knocked for the next 2 minutes for about like 7 times until someone answered me.
“Nobody lives here.” A voice said, it sounded real low.
“Then who’s answering?” I asked, shouting.
“A ghost.” The voice answered back.
“A ghost aye?” I shouted again.
“What do you want?” The voice asked.
“I’m your schoolmate, well you really don’t know me because I don’t really have that much friends.” I peeped at the window.
“Say what you’re going to say.” The sound is getting nearer and I heard footsteps.
“I’m here to do an interview with you. I’m from the school paper and you are the featured student.” I answered.
“I’m not going to accept any interview. What am I? Some sort of an actor or something?” He’s clearly behind the door.
“Please. I really need to do this for my marching clearance.” I begged him.
“Well, welcome to my world. Good luck with that. See you again next year; you’re not going to march.” He said sarcastically.
“Well I’m not leaving here until you open this door!” I shouted and hit the door.
“Good luck with that.” The footsteps were going away.
Gosh! I can’t believe he really did that! He left me. But I just can’t give up like that. I sat by the road waiting for him to open the door. The sky’s dark, it’ll rain anytime by now. After 5 minutes or less, it finally rained. And there I was sitting in the rain. My bag and clothes were soaked wet. Darn I hate this guy. All I ever want is to do an interview! Well, I don’t really want to do an interview with him since I don’t have that courage to talk with someone like him. But I can’t believe what I just shouted to him. I was good at getting angry. I don’t know if that’s a talent or something, but I’m really good at getting angry. The raindrops met my face and it still continued to rain. Few moments later, the dripping stop but when I looked to my side, it’s still raining. When I look up, there I saw the scariest man on earth. I jumped out of my butt and freaked out.
“Hey, easy. I won’t bite you.” He smiled, holding an umbrella.
“Well, I’m not scared at you. Even if you’re a gangster you can’t scare me.” I posed like a kung-fu fighter.
“You should get in; the rain is making you a crazy ching-chong fighter.” He said.
“It’s called kung-fu.” I looked down in embarrassment.
“I don’t care. Just get in.” He picked my bags and ushered me inside his house.
And I went inside his scary house; there were three black cats, a skull of a deer and some litter on the floor.
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Two Shrinking Violets - KathNiel
Teen FictionDory is the girl you’ll never bear to go with. She dresses weird, looks weird, and stutters all the time. A member of the school paper (on which she was appointed because she was nominated as the Valedictorian of her class). And her last project fo...
Two Shrinking Violets
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