Magic Fright - MG Spooky Fantasy Feb 18, 2020 10:42:14 GMT -5
Post by brittaneyb on Feb 18, 2020 10:42:14 GMT -5
Trinity Rodrigues deliberately pushed me in the school’s news station today. I saw her hands swing out. Too late.
I was preparing to pitch a news story. My eyes were glued to my paper trying to memorize it so I could sound confident and nature. I sometimes speak really fast when I’m nervous.
Before I could dodge her hand, I saw it from the corner of my eye move rapidly. I stumbled and went sprawling to the floor, breaking a nail and landing on my knees. The class thought it was hilarious. Everybody was laughing and they already made a gif out of it.
My nail broke deep causing a vibrated pain up and down my fingernail. My arm pits soaked from embarrassment like I just go out of the pool.
“Clumsy much, Kimmy!” Jasmine said, with a big grin on her face.
It’s even funnier the second time watching!” someone else shouted.
I look at Trinity she had a jubilant glow in her blue eyes.
I’m the least popular kid in the seventh school. No. Correct that. I’m the least popular girl in my seventh-grade class. But my best friend Aaron isn’t he is liked by everyone. He has hazel eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. Smooth brown skin and silk curly hair. It gives me some cool points being his friend.
I used to be in the in crowd last year until Trinity and Jasmine posted a fake picture of me picking my nose. They are the definition of mean girls. Aaron says that they are jealous of me.
But that doesn’t make sense. She is popular, her hair is always on point and her auburn complexion has no pimples in sight and she has like 20k followers on her social media. From posting basic pictures.
So, what’s to be jealous about?
I think Aaron just being the best friend he is. He always has my back. Anyways, I stood up and walked back to my seat unbothered. Mrs. Bartlet (She is our news station teacher) walks in the room and the class goes silent. Where was she five minutes ago?
“Kimmy, it’s your turn to pitch your news story.”
I get up and walk slowly to the front. Watching everybody’s arms carefully this time. I hear Trinity whisper some jokes about me. I tune them out.
“I want to do a story on the house on 253 Creepster Road.” The class gasp at my statement.
Legend has it that the house on 253 Creepster Road is haunted. I nicknamed it the Fright House. It’s a tall two-story house with a cone shaped roof top. There are windows on all sides of the house. Some tall some small and all in rectangular shapes. Rumor has it the house is known for its monster growls and flashing lights at the top of the attic.
“I don’t think that’s a safe idea Kimmy,” says Mrs. Bartlet.
“More like dumb, says Trinity. A couple people giggle.
“Enough, we aren’t going to have name calling in my classroom. You understand that?”
Trinity shakes her head.
“Now, Kimmy tomorrow I want to hear a better idea.”
I walk back to my desk. I’m going to solve the mystery of Fright House and then I bet they won’t laugh at me anymore.