Week 3 Writing Homework
Writing Prompt: Write a story that describes a mysterious event taking place at school.
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Writing Prompt: Write a story that describes a mysterious event taking place at school.
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Write a story that describes a mysterious event taking place at school.
Sprinting across the corridor, lights flickered above me, throwing shadows that skated across the floor. I took a sharp turn that sliced the air and rushed towards the cafeteria. The air felt thicker here. It carried a faint scent, like fruit, tangy but sweet. My fingers traced the edges of the tables as I crept forward. It was said that some people liked to hide in lockers but some people would hide in one and never return. The paint on the table was smooth in some places, but sometimes bumpy.
“Ready or not, here I come!” The seeker’s voice was distant now. Slowly, I started to hear footsteps approaching. I darted toward the lockers. A low hum trembled through the air. Steam curled out from two lockers that seemed to breathe. Cool air brushed my cheek, carrying the taste of metal and dust. My heart thudded in sync with my head filling up with questions.
Then, without warning, one door creaked open to reveal an amethyst portal, its swirling surface glimmering with shifting light. With one touch, next thing I knew, was I was soaring in space towards an unknown planet. Slowly opening my eyes, I was greeted by what looked like a lion but was friendly like a dog. I slowly got up, getting used to the light and heard a young girl say.“Hello! What’s your name?” “My name is Anna,” I said, my voice uncertain. “Where am I? Who are you?”But there was no reply.The girl had vanished into the forest.
“Wait! Come back!” I shouted, chasing her between the trees. Wind rushed past my face, but then came silence. Thick, absolute silence, and in that moment, I realised there was no one left who could take us back to the human world.
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I don’t have a watch, so I asked my parents what the date is. They sighed it was Friday. Friday the… 13th?! That’s not good… As I walked to school, I pondered the thought of what could happen: zombie milkshakes, lightning hitting us and much much more. As I entered the school, I noticed something strange: and eerie, deafening silence in the hallway, which was normally packed with laughter and chattering. Maybe it was because there was only half the regular people, but they were normally the brave ones. They were now scared, with pale faces. It was like a horror movie taking place right in front of my eyes: then I saw it: a ghost’s shadow. It took one of the other kids into a wall, and the kid phased through the solid wall like it never existed. I felt the surface: cold, lumpy and definitely solid. Man, what is going on? Kids phasing through walls, deafening silence, brave kids with pale faces and half the people missing. DING DING DING DING DING! The brass bell rang, but there were no teachers telling the kids to go in the classroom. All the others stood still: a faint rustling was heard among them. A moving book? I read the cover swiftly: HOW TO BECOME A GHOST. Whoa, I whispered under my breath. Who wants to become a ghost? I followed the book as it entered the storage room. A cold, bitter wind entered my mouth and the smell of gasoline was very distinctive. I saw the principal, Mr Likler, as a ghost. And under him, a giant pit of frightened, pale kids clumped up into balls. At the sight of me, Mr Likler disappeared, revealing a button behind him. I sprinted for it and pressed it. The air was warmer. A ladder appeared, leaning on the wall of the pit. The pale faces were filled back with colour. One by one, the kids climbed out of the pit, and bolted for their classes. Whew, that was a weird hour!
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3 – Caspar Luk
I stare at the bright,twisting shapes painted in blinding neon green.The untidy scrawls bounce around everywhere-the stage,the walls,even the roof!The principal is standing nearby,seething.I straighten up and gulp.Miss Angre-Faize, the headmistress of St Katherine’s Girls School, is glaring at one particular person.Alex.My heart races in my chest,aching to save my friend from the unbearable wrath of the principal’s iron-hot glare.’ALEXA FIERE!!!!’ She screams, unable to contain the gigantic amount of fury directed mainly at Alex and a few billion other people.I figure if you took all of Miss Angre-Faize’s wrath and converted it into ammunition, you could have enough to start World War III and be plentiful of ammo.Alex secretly calls her Miss Angry-Face, and just now I understand why.Most of the time,Alex gets taken to the front office and yelled at there, for things she probably didn’t even do.I’m a good student.I get good grades, pay attention in class, and try to stay out of Miss Angre-Faize’s way.But Alex is not like that.She never sits still, but is smart and good at sports.Her inattentiveness and hyperactivity often get her sent to the office.I’ve heard rumors about what happens in her office, but I’ve never, ever been there.Sure,I heard the gossip about Rosie.Taken to the office one day.Never returned.As I looked at our headmistress’s face contorted with rage, an unattractive shade of puce, her neat bun coming undone, her glasses askew, roaring at Alex; I wondered why Alex hadn’t just left and went to a school with a nicer principal.I would have run home crying by now, but Alex just calmly stood there, listening to our headmistress rant about deranged kids, expulsion and repainting the hall.But as soon as I heard the words “no parents”, I realized that she had really crossed the line.
Parents were a sensitive topic.Alex had no family left,and lived in a foster home.When I mentioned parents gently, Alex had slapped me in the face several times, with brute force and a outraged expression.Hearing the words yelled,I felt a terrible urge to grab a sword and kebab Miss Angre-Faize.And as I saw the fire blazing in her eyes, I knew that she had finally gone to far.Alex screamed,”DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY EVIDENCE THAT I DID
IT??!?” And then ran away from our headmistress, cursing her.But before she ran away, I thought I had heard a small sob.
I stare at the principal, Alex’s words spinning in my head, her desperate tone accusing every inch of the headmistress.And then I realize Alex is right.How does she have any proof that Alex was the one that painted the wall?And then I do the thing I have been yearning to do, ever since Miss Angre-Faize had taunted Alex.”Alex is right.” I announce.The principal turns her eyes of death to me, her gaze burning everything in sight, but as I look, i see that someone had doused the flames a little.It hits me like a speeding bullet train.Miss Angre-Faize had painted the wall.”You painted the wall.You did it to make Alex look bad, and have an excuse to get rid of her.I can prove it.You have neon paint on your skirt, but all the paint had already dried.”I say firmly.”You came here today, and everyone knows that you are the first to arrive.Yesterday,the cameras reported no-one in the hall, so Alex couldn’t have snuck in yesterday.But the cameras don’t work until 7 am, and you arrive at 6.So all you had to do was wake up earlier and paint the hall.”I point out.Some of the girls crowded around us are starting to make sense of it, too.The teachers are also realizing, that while Alex looked like the troublemaker, Miss Angre-Faize was behind the scenes, pulling the strings to make sure her reputation remained pristine while secretly making Alex look bad.I step back, satisfied.My work is done.Now time to find Alex.
I stare at the bright,twisting shapes painted in blinding neon green. The untidy scrawls bounce around everywhere-the stage, the walls, even the roof! The principal is standing nearby, seething. I straighten up and gulp. Miss Angre-Faize, the headmistress of St Katherine’s Girls School, is glaring at one particular person.Alex. My heart races in my chest, aching to save my friend from the unbearable wrath of the principal’s iron-hot glare.’ ALEXA FIERE!!!!’ She screams, unable to contain the gigantic amount of fury directed mainly at Alex and a few billion other people. I figure if you took all of Miss Angre-Faize’s wrath and converted it into ammunition, you could have enough to start World War III and be plentiful of ammo. Alex secretly calls her Miss Angry-Face, and just now I understand why. Most of the time, Alex gets taken to the front office and yelled at there, for things she probably didn’t even do. I’m a good student. I get good grades, pay attention in class, and try to stay out of Miss Angre-Faize’s way. I’ve heard rumors about what happens in her office, but I’ve never, ever been there. Sure, I heard the gossip about Rosie. Taken to the office one day. Never returned. As I looked at our headmistress’s face contorted with rage, an unattractive shade of puce, her neat bun coming undone, her glasses askew, roaring at Alex; I wondered why Alex hadn’t just left and went to a school with a nicer principal. I would have run home crying by now, but Alex just calmly stood there, listening to our headmistress rant about deranged kids, expulsion and repainting the hall. But as soon as I heard the words “no parents”, I realized that she had really crossed the line.
Parents were a sensitive topic. Alex had no family left, and lived in a foster home. When I had mentioned parents gently, Alex had slapped me in the face several times, with brute force and a outraged expression. Hearing the words yelled, I felt a terrible urge to grab a sword and kebab Miss Angre-Faize. And as I saw the fire blazing in her eyes, I knew that she had finally gone too far. Alex screamed, “DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY EVIDENCE THAT I DID
IT??!?” And then ran away from our headmistress, cursing her. But before she ran away, I thought I had heard a small sob.
I stare at the principal, Alex’s words spinning in my head, her desperate tone accusing every inch of the headmistress. And then I realize Alex is right. How does she have any proof that Alex was the one that painted the wall? And then I do the thing I have been yearning to do, ever since Miss Angre-Faize had taunted Alex. “Alex is right.” I announce. The principal turns her eyes of death to me, her gaze burning everything in sight, but as I look, i see that someone had doused the flames a little. It hits me like a speeding bullet train. Miss Angre-Faize had painted the wall.” You painted the wall. You did it to make Alex look bad, and have an excuse to get rid of her.I can prove it. You have neon paint on your skirt, but all the paint had already dried.”I say firmly.” You came here today, and everyone knows that you are the first to arrive. Yesterday, the cameras reported no-one in the hall, so Alex couldn’t have snuck in yesterday. But the cameras don’t work until 7 am, and you arrive at 6. So all you had to do was wake up earlier and paint the hall. ”I point out. Some of the girls crowded around us are starting to make sense of it, too. The teachers are also realizing, that while Alex looked like the troublemaker, Miss Angre-Faize was behind the scenes, pulling the strings to make sure her reputation remained pristine while secretly making Alex look bad. I step back satisfied. My work is done.
I stare at the bright,twisting shapes painted in blinding neon green. The untidy scrawls bounce around everywhere-the stage, the walls, even the roof! The principal is standing nearby, seething. I straighten up and gulp. Miss Angre-Faize, the headmistress of St Katherine’s Girls School, is glaring at one particular person.Alex. My heart races in my chest, aching to save my friend from the unbearable wrath of the principal’s iron-hot glare.’ ALEXA FIERE!!!!’ She screams, unable to contain the gigantic amount of fury directed mainly at Alex and a few billion other people. I figure if you took all of Miss Angre-Faize’s wrath and converted it into ammunition, you could have enough to start World War III and be plentiful of ammo. Alex secretly calls her Miss Angry-Face, and just now I understand why. Most of the time, Alex gets taken to the front office and yelled at there, for things she probably didn’t even do. I’m a good student. I get good grades, pay attention in class, and try to stay out of Miss Angre-Faize’s way. I’ve heard rumors about what happens in her office, but I’ve never, ever been there. Sure, I heard the gossip about Rosie. Taken to the office one day. Never returned. As I looked at our headmistress’s face contorted with rage, an unattractive shade of puce, her neat bun coming undone, her glasses askew, roaring at Alex; I wondered why Alex hadn’t just left and went to a school with a nicer principal. I would have run home crying by now, but Alex just calmly stood there, listening to our headmistress rant about deranged kids, expulsion and repainting the hall. But as soon as I heard the words “no parents”, I realized that she had really crossed the line.
Parents were a sensitive topic. Alex had no family left, and lived in a foster home. When I had mentioned parents gently, Alex had slapped me in the face several times, with brute force and a outraged expression. Hearing the words yelled, I felt a terrible urge to grab a sword and kebab Miss Angre-Faize. And as I saw the fire blazing in her eyes, I knew that she had finally gone too far. Alex screamed, “DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY EVIDENCE THAT I DID
IT??!?” And then ran away from our headmistress, cursing her. But before she ran away, I thought I had heard a small sob.
I stare at the principal, Alex’s words spinning in my head, her desperate tone accusing every inch of the headmistress. And then I realize Alex is right. How does she have any proof that Alex was the one that painted the wall? And then I do the thing I have been yearning to do, ever since Miss Angre-Faize had taunted Alex. “Alex is right.” I announce. The principal turns her eyes of death to me, her gaze burning everything in sight, but as I look, i see that someone had doused the flames a little. It hits me like a speeding bullet train. Miss Angre-Faize had painted the wall.” You painted the wall. You did it to make Alex look bad, and have an excuse to get rid of her.I can prove it. You have neon paint on your skirt, but all the paint had already dried.”I say firmly.” You came here today, and everyone knows that you are the first to arrive. Yesterday, the cameras reported no-one in the hall, so Alex couldn’t have snuck in yesterday. But the cameras don’t work until 7 am, and you arrive at 6. So all you had to do was wake up earlier and paint the hall. ”I point out. Some of the girls crowded around us are starting to make sense of it, too. The teachers are also realizing, that while Alex looked like the troublemaker, Miss Angre-Faize was behind the scenes, pulling the strings to make sure her reputation remained pristine while secretly making Alex look bad. I step back satisfied. My work is done. Now I just have to find Alex.
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3 – Alina Cai
The first time I noticed it, I thought it was just a trick of the light.
I was walking down the corridor after lunch, my sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, when I saw it stretching out beside me—a dark, too-dark shape.
At first, it looked like my shadow, but the lighting didn’t make sense. The overhead lights were bright, yet the shadow clung to me like it was glued in place. And when I stopped, it… didn’t.
It took one more step before freezing.
I laughed nervously and told myself it was nothing. Maybe I’d been staring at too many spooky videos online. But later, in the library, I felt it again—like someone was standing just behind me. When I turned, the aisle was empty. Still, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that same shadow ripple against the floor, even though no one was near.
By the time last period rolled around, I was jumpy. Every time I glanced sideways, the shadow was there, always just slightly out of sync. It never got closer than a few steps… but it never left.
After the final bell, I hurried to my locker, desperate to get home. The hallway was quiet except for the faint hum of the lights. I shoved my books into my bag, trying not to look down. But curiosity got the better of me.
And that’s when I saw it.
The shadow was no longer just following me—it was standing directly in front of me, stretching tall and thin, its head tilted like it was studying me. There was no one else in the hall. No one to cast it.
It lifted a hand—my hand—but slower, smoother, like it was underwater.
And then, before I could move, the lights flickered and went out.
When they came back on… the shadow was gone.
For now.
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3 – Nanqiao YU