KatsuTheCat
See You Later
Heres a story I did for school! enjoy 
I’d had enough. How can I survive this without someone by my side? I rushed out of the house and ran down the little dirt path leading to the creek. I splashed some water in my face and began to weep. I had no one. I looked up and spotted a small, musty well through the trees. I carefully walked over to examine it. It looked old and the bricks were crumbling. It smelt like something had died in there. Still, it was good enough. I dropped a coin into the well and whispered,
“I wish for a friend.”
The next day, I picked up my bag and headed back down the little dirt path until I reached the creek. I pulled out a sketch pad and my pencil and started to draw my surroundings. The creek glimmered in the sun and I envied its beauty.
Then I saw it.
Staring at me.
It looks like… a little girl? Except… No, it can’t be because… she’s
see-through?! I must be seeing things. I didn’t get much sleep last night so I must be tired.
I looked away and carried on with my drawing. Was it a ghost? My mama used to tell me stories about ghosts…
“Boo.”
I screamed and dropped my sketch pad into the creek. Before me stood a pale, transparent girl with striking blue eyes. What is this? A dream?
“You’re the one who wished for a friend? Well here I am. My name’s Dawn.” She held out her hand for me to shake it but I was frozen with fear.
I stared into her icy eyes. “What are you?”
“What does it look like? I’m a ghost, moron.”
I definitely do NOT want a ghost for a friend.
I told her my name in a nervous voice which went up like I was asking a question.
“Maya? Common. I think my name’s a lot nicer, don’t you think?”
Can this girl get anymore obnoxious?
“Sorry about your book… I can fix it!”
She floated over to the creek and fished out my ruined book. She muttered some odd sounding words and handed me the now good-as-new sketch pad.
I thanked her. Maybe this dream wouldn’t be so bad after all?
“Um… If you don’t mind me asking… How did you die?”
“I don’t know. All I remember is darkness. A well. They left me to die in there.” She slumped down on a rock and sighed.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine, it’s been ages”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” I smiled as I watched her float over to me, her eyes lighting up in the sun.
“I am too” I leaned in to embrace her but she jerked back. “Wait! Stop!” She called out in fear. It was too late. As my fingers touched her, I felt a fizz and she disintegrated in my hands.
I had done it again.
I failed.
I screwed everything up.
My one chance, I threw away.
(as you can tell, I had to rush at the end because we had a word limit)
I’d had enough. How can I survive this without someone by my side? I rushed out of the house and ran down the little dirt path leading to the creek. I splashed some water in my face and began to weep. I had no one. I looked up and spotted a small, musty well through the trees. I carefully walked over to examine it. It looked old and the bricks were crumbling. It smelt like something had died in there. Still, it was good enough. I dropped a coin into the well and whispered,
“I wish for a friend.”
The next day, I picked up my bag and headed back down the little dirt path until I reached the creek. I pulled out a sketch pad and my pencil and started to draw my surroundings. The creek glimmered in the sun and I envied its beauty.
Then I saw it.
Staring at me.
It looks like… a little girl? Except… No, it can’t be because… she’s
see-through?! I must be seeing things. I didn’t get much sleep last night so I must be tired.
I looked away and carried on with my drawing. Was it a ghost? My mama used to tell me stories about ghosts…
“Boo.”
I screamed and dropped my sketch pad into the creek. Before me stood a pale, transparent girl with striking blue eyes. What is this? A dream?
“You’re the one who wished for a friend? Well here I am. My name’s Dawn.” She held out her hand for me to shake it but I was frozen with fear.
I stared into her icy eyes. “What are you?”
“What does it look like? I’m a ghost, moron.”
I definitely do NOT want a ghost for a friend.
I told her my name in a nervous voice which went up like I was asking a question.
“Maya? Common. I think my name’s a lot nicer, don’t you think?”
Can this girl get anymore obnoxious?
“Sorry about your book… I can fix it!”
She floated over to the creek and fished out my ruined book. She muttered some odd sounding words and handed me the now good-as-new sketch pad.
I thanked her. Maybe this dream wouldn’t be so bad after all?
“Um… If you don’t mind me asking… How did you die?”
“I don’t know. All I remember is darkness. A well. They left me to die in there.” She slumped down on a rock and sighed.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine, it’s been ages”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” I smiled as I watched her float over to me, her eyes lighting up in the sun.
“I am too” I leaned in to embrace her but she jerked back. “Wait! Stop!” She called out in fear. It was too late. As my fingers touched her, I felt a fizz and she disintegrated in my hands.
I had done it again.
I failed.
I screwed everything up.
My one chance, I threw away.
(as you can tell, I had to rush at the end because we had a word limit)