The Stranger

�Ok. There is no need to worry; she is an ordinary school girl. Yes, she might be new but there’s nothing weird, or spooky about her’, I whispered to myself as I rummaged through my locker to get to my bag. Ahhh! And there she was again just standing there at the top of the corridor, absolutely still, with no expression on her ghostly white face. I jumped right out of my skin with fear just as her frightful glare looked right in to my eyes... Her bloodshot shot eyes were fixed onto my face and I felt the drops of sweat start to roll down my face. I didn’t hesitate no longer and ran back to class. For once I was glad that break was over.

It was lunchtime and I was abashed enough already to even step out of the classroom. I knew she was waiting for me. But what for? I don’t know and I definitely don’t want to find out. After sitting in the classroom for twenty minutes bored out of my wits, I couldn’t take it no longer so I plucked up the courage and marched out of there reassuring myself that she couldn’t hurt me unless I let her. I was fine just as long as I stayed out of her way for half and hour.

Phew! No sign of her yet and only ten minutes left. My friends had all gone and I was left to sit there alone, eating my lunch. I tried to gobble it down quick in case ghost girl turned up. I slurped up the last bit of my coke when I smelt something odd in the nice refreshing breeze. I craned my neck around to see who had joined my company when my eyes positioned upon a ghostly, scrawny figure with a face as white as snow and long, greasy hair as black as a crow. I hurriedly turned around, packed my bags and tried to get back to class. Big mistake. She grabbed me by my arm and I froze as her ice cold fingers contacted my arm. I stared at her, terror- stricken.

“W-w -w-what do you want from me?” I questioned, not knowing what to say.

“Nadine Williams,” she interrogated, as I became even more afraid. “ I know you’ve been hiding from me and I want to know why?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, trying to act normal.

“Well I just came to let you know Nadine Williams, that I know where you live, and one day, you’re going to pay for everything you’ve done to me,” she uttered, walking away, leaving me standing there. Motionless. I thought about what she said. “I know where you live”. She possibly can’t know where I live. But somewhere in my mind I knew she was telling the truth.

It is the end of school now and I’m dreading my journey home. I can’t even face my own front door because of the scare ghost girl caused me. I wonder what I’ve done. I have never seen her before in my life. What could I have done to deserve this? I thought to myself as