STORY ONE

They said she was able to utter a few words before she died…

She died from a murder. Everyone who's anyone was around but no one has a clue as to what happened. And no one knew what she said except for one person…her best friend who kept to himself.

Everyone asked her what she had said, but it was too late. She was gone forever. This mystery is up to her best friend who kept to himself.

"Jeff! You have to tell us!" the cop yelled.

"I can't!" I said. "I need to find this out myself. That's what Tara would have wanted. So stop trying to get me to tell you."

The copy just shook his head. He wanted to know, but what I had said was true. Tara wanted me to find it out. And only me. I got up and walked to the door.

"Can I leave now?" I asked sullenly.

"Fine." The cop said reluctantly.

I walked out of the small and dark interrogation room and then out of the station. I had to figure out who killed her.

I went to my favorite coffee chop to think about the murder. I knew three things:

1. Tara was killed at the biggest party of the year in broad daylight.

2. I was the only one she talked to before she died

And 3. I only got to talk to her for one minute. All she said to me in that 1 minute was: "I'm dying. Someone did this. Avenge my death, Jeff!"

As I was sipping my coffee, staring off into space, I was interrupted by…

a ghost of Tara. She just kept repeating those words, "Avenge my death…avenge it!" Tara was going to haunt me until I figured this out. I had to find out soon. First I…

got a tea set and set it up with dynamite in the crumpets. Then the ghost came and ate the cookies and then exploded! Goo went everywhere in my eyes then…

I died too. Who was going to avenge me? My mom and dad? No…they don't even know I'm dead. Then, I woke up at a sleepover with Tara. It was a dream. Or was it??

STORY TWO

All of a sudden he was trapped!

The rocks had filled the entrance. There was no way to move them. How was he going to get out? Tim decided to try and explore the cave. Maybe there was a way out. He kept walking on and .. a while he started to get bored and then worried.

What if he never got out? What if no one realized he was gone!? All of a sudden he heard a shrill shriek!

"What was that?" he said aloud. He was terrified. What if it was a monster…

From around the corner came a small, timid white mouse. A mouse! Tim couldn't believe he'd gotten so scared over a mouse! Its squeak must have echoed in the cave.

Tim knew his classmates were somewhere up ahead—but where? How would they ever find him? He felt his hands around the cave and shone his flashlight into every crack to see if he could find a way out…nothing. With a sigh he sat down and started to cry. Just as soon as the first tear hit his nose, he stopped with a jerk. How could he just sit there? He needed to think. He needed to conserve his energy and the flashlight's energy. He turned off the flashlight and began to shout…

All that he heard was an echo in return. He started to run, but there was nothing but blackness. Tim was shaking now when he heard something. The mouse again? No, a voice, that wasn't his own…

"Try to find a way out!" said the voice, but then, THERE WAS THE MOUSE! It came over and turned into a banana! Then it choked me until my teeth exploded!

Then the mouse turned into a man with a white beard.

Muffled (since my teeth had exploded), I said, "Are you a wizard?"

"No, I'm a dude, guy, what are you talking about?" said the man. "I am a surfer. I can surf like no tomorrow, Dude."

"How do you get out of here?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

I looked around me and it was a beach and surfer music was playing.

"Let's go surfing, radical dude," the man said.

STORY THREE

It was a strange night; there seemed to be a chill in the air…

Then I saw a sleigh in the air…It was Santa! He crashed through my window with a machete in his hands thirsty for candy. All I could notice was that he was bigger than a whale. My Christmas is not going to be very merry (dramatic music…).

Then he looked at me and said, "Are you Rachel McKinney?"

I started wondering why he looked so mean.

"Yes…y-yes I am…W-what do you want, Santa?" I was confused. Isn't Santa supposed to be jolly?

"Here," he said, handing me the machete. "Go and kill htat naughty girl Emma from your class. I hear she's been mean to you and you cried."

"What?!" I thought. No, I do not like Emma, but I don't want to kill her. "Why, Santa?"
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"Because…bad girls like her don't deserve to live."

"Ummmm…she may be mean, but I really am not that kind of person. Why don't you go get Ricky Dean to do the job. He'll do anything, plus he loathes Emma."

"No," Santa said. You have to do it! Now!" I got scared. Was I supposed to do it? I didn't want to.

"No!" I screamed. "I will not do it! You cannot make me!"

"Fine then; I'll give you coal!" Santa yelled.

"Fine!" I screamed louder.

That Christmas Day, I only got coal. It kind of sucked, but the next day I went to school was even worse. Emma was dead and everyone was acting weird. I immediately knew that one of my classmates had done it. I wondered how many had been asked to kill her…and who had accepted. I walked up to Suzy and said…

"I love your shoes!" She looked at me and she looked very surprised. She smiled, took off her shoes and then handed them to me.

"Thanks!" I shouted as she ran away. I put my new shoes on and saw Bobby across the street so I ran up and kicked him in the face with my new heels! Then Bobby…threw me into a pricker bush and I died.

STORY FOUR

Laila couldn't believe Tom decided to talk to her that day—he'd never noticed her before! From that day on, Laila knew her life wouldn't be the same…

She got a whole new confidence she never knew she had. After that day she talked to Tom all the time. Before class, during class, after class! Her life was finally going the way she wanted it to. After a week, Tom actually asked Laila on a date! She was so excited she couldn't help herself…

Finally the date had come. I couldn't wait. Tom was there at a table so I went to the table. We talked and I ordered one of everything on the menu. I was eating everything and then I ate Tom. He tasted good. I'm sooooo fat!

Then I wanted to know where Tom went. Then I didn't feel so good. I barfed and there was Tom. I was about to say sorry when he ran out of the restaurant screaming, "Mommy!" A few months passed and I decided to lose weight. When I got to a size 3, I decided to apologize to Tom. When I saw him he looked…

Yummy. "I'm really, really sorry for eating you" I said.

"It's okay," He actually forgave me! "You wanna try this again?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I said.

"This time don't eat me please," he said.

"Okay, I won't," he said. I didn't know if I could promise that.

"Oh, so tonight at 8 okay?" he asked.

I nodded, "I can't wait!"

That night when he picked me up, I looked hot. Smokin' in fact. He said so right away. I was feeling okay and wasn't even all that interested in eating him until he moved a little during the movie and I saw a bit of his neck from under his turtleneck.

"ohhhh" I moaned, biting my hand.

I knew that by the end of the night, I'd probably eat Tom. Anyone have any Grey Poupon??

STORY FIVE

My dog jumped up and started barking like crazy…

It was like he was trying to tell me something. Just as I started my homework again, I heard a voice downstairs. It sounded like someone walking around, but I knew there was no one home. Mom worked until 8 o'clock…five hours later. I never heard a door open and me and mom were the only ones with keys. I set my work on my bed and inched toward the stairs. Riley followed suit, but he was still barking. I heard a moaning noise and…

I was afraid to go downstairs. I instantly ran back to my room, let Riley in and slammed the door and locked it so nothing could get it. I ran for the phone and called mom.

"Mom, there is someone…or something in the house. I'm upstairs, locked door with Riley. Please come home," I asked rapidly.

"Okay, Okay…I will come home. You call the police. Bye," she hung up. Suddenly the moaning and walking stopped. Screaming started…

"Oh God! Oh God!" I murmured to myself. "Riley, what am I going to do?" I was talking to a dog. Wow.

"I'll call the cops!" I said and dialed 911 quickly.

"Hello; this is 911. What is your emergency?" a voice on the other line asked.

"Please help me! There's someone in my house and I heard a scream." I said, frightened.

"Ha ha ha!" said the voice. "I'm not really a cop. I'm the man downstairs…and I'm coming up to get you!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!!" I screamed, dropping the phone. I looked around the room in panic. Riley looked back up at me, tail wagging. Outside the room, I heard thuds coming up the steps. I looked at the window and decided…

That I was going to jump out. It was better than being in this place! So I leaped out the glass and fell on my knees! It hurt so bad!! I burst into tears, but found the will to get up and run. I ran for my life, but then…

I tripped over a piece of corn then I saw a fat guy eating a bench, but more important my nose was bleeding. I started talking to the fat guy, his name was Joe. Then he ate me!

THE END.