Under The Bleachers: A Short Story

She’s bleeding. Help! Someone call 911!” She yelled. Everyone rushed out of the school with fear. A big crowd headed toward the door. Alex and I were squished up in the middle. No one will ever notice it is me. Before we can all get out the teachers already blocked us off. Oh no! I thought. I just wanted to get out of here. Short enough, the cops and ambulance were pulling up. The screaming sirens and flashing lights filled the parking lot. The teachers guided us all into the gym so the paramedics could easily get her body. Everyone was filled with confusion and fear. Everything just happened so quickly. Mrs. Crawsond made her way onto stage and approached the

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

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We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.

Finally, the time came for Zach and I to show our skills. We entered the competition room to find an unresponsive victim and a victim severely bleeding. I mentally went through a checklist in my head as I assessed the scenario. I knew the victim would be anxious and eventually go into shock. Once we began, the scenario seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye with minimal mistakes. I still felt anxious but my subconscious knew exactly what to

I dribbled the ball down the narrow hallway looked at Anthony defending the small net. He had a frustrated look on his face and I slowly walked towards him. I bolted to Anthony’s left and tried to get past him but crshhh the wall behind me collapsed as my body went flying through it. “owwww” I moaned as I felt my head throbbing with pain. I slowly stood up and murmured, “What was that for dude? We were just playing a friendly match of hockey.” I turned around and saw the gaping hole in the wall that my head went flying into.”My mom is going to kill me,” I said out of breath. As I looked at the damage

I turned around and pulled my hair back as I checked it to see if any more been ripped out. But that was when I noticed Mrs. Perez lying on the gym floor. A few girls were already crouched down next to her and one was calling out her name as she fanned a hand in front of her face trying to give her oxygen. I looked at her lying there motionless and a sense of dread and shock begun to fill me. Did I do that? I thought. No, I couldn't have. I never touched her unless… unless she had caught an elbow when I was hitting Keri. I then heard someone say to somebody else, “Go get the school nurse,” and then a couple of girls took off running for the hall.

I was in absolute terror at this point, I couldn’t think straight, I couldn’t feel anything other than dread and pain. When she finished the call she handed my phone back to me, and I just stood there in front of the girl’s bathroom in complete shock. This is happening. An ambulance is coming to our school. WHAT DID I DO WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I HAVE DONE? I fell to my knees and broke down, burying my face in my hands. What have I done? Why is this happening? Thoughts were piercing my head as I sat in shock, feeling everything in slow motion as it flashed before my eyes. My friend saw my horrified expressions and carried me to the classroom farthest away from the scene, which was were the rest of the cast was to stay out of the way of the police and doctors. This was probably an odd sight so see due to my long and large stature compared to my somewhat smaller friend who was carrying me, but it was an act of kindness nevertheless, and I still appreciated their generosity. Upon entering the classroom, a complete riot commenced. No one knew how to react. Some were crying, others were calming them down, and some were silently staring into oblivion. I dried my tears and cleared my throat as I stood at the front of the

We will first go to where it all started, your childhood. To let you know, they cannot hear nor see us.” They flew into a blur of light and to a place that appeared to be a school called “Mr. Prickles Overnight School” where many children played in the snow and enjoyed themselves. With a tear in her eye Piniella whispered to herself “This is my old school” “You remembered” the Ghost said softly.

The bright, warm sun shone through the only window in Mrs. William's 5th grade classroom. Mckenna Green sleepy peeks up at the window and glances at the bright green trees and blooming flowers. She looks at all the beautiful spring colors and birds flying happily in the sky. Mckenna suddenly looks back down at her 35 question math test and sighs. All she sees is black and white, her least favorite colors. She then stares at the ticking clock, with several more minutes till school ends. Mckenna slowly drifts into a daydream, closing her eyes lightly. She imagines herself babysiting for the first time, something she had been wanting to do ever since her friends started to babysit. Mckenna sees her best friend Annie by her side as they watch Mckenna’s two-year-old sister Pennie play with her dolls. Shortly after, Mckenna’s mother Mrs. Green comes home and gives them both 20 dollar bills. “Thankyou, thankyou very much!” Mckenna says as she gleefully gazes at her money.

So jake said” hey there is someone crying in the woods let's go and see what that is.” I replied in a scared tone” NO WAY THERE COULD BE CREEPY STUFF IN THERE!!!!!” “ who cares” replied jake laughing. So after that we went in the woods quietly. We heard footsteps and we jumped like a kangaroo. We told kate to stop joking around it's not funny. She replied “that wasn't me i didn't do it i swear. So as we were walking we starting to hear crying again. We were worried that we were gonna be killed. So we kept on walking……. I felt something on my back and i turned around in the quickest instant i didn't see anything so i kept on walking. I felt it for the second time. That time i got worried and i started to run. I looked back and told everyone to run too But, I could so i stopped and started to look around to see that all my friends were hung to a tree. I started crying and i fell down and laid there for hours. I woke up not knowing where i was. I started to run. I saw something and started to run again. After that i got stabbed in the back by something. I couldn't figure out what it was because I

Erika and I were both in the back row. Our jobs were to bump any balls that came toward our area. I was doing good until the tallest girl on the team, Grace, spiked the ball. I tried to stop the ball from hitting the ground by diving and throwing my arms out in front of me. However, instead of hitting my arms, the ball nailed my face. I laid on the ground for a few seconds pondering about what had just happened. Soon after, I felt someone tap my back. It was Erika, and she was making sure I was alright. She helped me up on to my feet, and I saw a drop of blood on the gym floor. I touched my nose to see if I was bleeding, and sure enough, blood was pouring out of my nose. Erika saw my nose, and she quickly ran and got the coaches. The coaches told me to go to the bathroom to get paper towels, so Erika walked me there and got them for me. Next, we walked down the hall to the nurse’s office so we could get an ice pack. This was not fun for me, as my shirt was bloody, but Erika comforted me and made me feel happy. If it weren’t for her, I don’t know what I would have

I took my time to get up. Blood dripped onto the snow leaving a trace as I walked to school. I covered my nose while entering the school even though there was still blood dripping from my forehead and chin. I slowly walked to the girls washroom leaving a traces of blood behind me. The hallways were empty except for a couple people. Most of the them gave me a funny look or glared and two people tried to trip me.

“So kids, every Halloween, it is said that her ghost, roams the empty hallways of this very school, searching for another female student to take her place.” The students were now on the edge of their wooden seats, eyes wide, listening to every word Mr. Morris said. All of a sudden the loud bell breaks the silence, making each one of them jump.

“In the year of 1989, there was a street named Elm, in the state of Wyoming. Few chose to live on that street, and they all knew about the haunted house, up on the hill, on the west side of town, coming off of Elm. Once, I spent the week with some friends and, Halloween came upon us, while I stayed with them.” I was telling my first-grade brother and his friends stories to scare them out of their wits. Besides, no one wants little kids tagging along with you to go trick or treating, when you could go with your friends to Haunted Houses, and not ones set up by the town hall. “We were just about to pass the house, not thinking anything of it, when we heard a moan coming from Old Man Reaper’s house.” Their eyes grew wide with fear. Mr. G.