Truth or Dare
by Ema Zagajac
1st hour
Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that there is something a lot more terrifying than the Kardashians when they are angry.
Death.
Most days, I am the only one who rides the bus. Apparently, the bus was “lame” to students at West Shore Preparatory. People seem to cluster in little cliques. I have two objectives while I am here, (1) to stay in the shadows, and (2) graduate and get the hell out of this damn high school and move on with my life. Many people claim that high school is the “best four years of your life” and that you “should make the best of high school”, while you “still have time.” That is absolute bullshit.
As my ghost bus pulls up to school, I quickly escape and head off to class. The day is filled with jocks throwing footballs from across the hallway and girls …show more content…
Speakerphone surrounded my room.
Breathing. In. Out. All we heard. We jump as a voice comes on.
“Enjoying the pillow fight, are we girls?” Asks a threatening male voice.
Megan collapses on the bed in fear staring at the phone. My palms start to sweat, and I feel faint. Her eyes look at me like “seriously?” I almost drop the phone when my hands start shaking. All of us absorb the silence, choosing our next words carefully.
“How’d you know what we were doing?” she asks in her bratty tone.
“Look out your window.”
Lauren shrinks back, trying to hide from whatever waited outside for us. Megan, being as fearless as she is, picks up my flashlight and shines it at the window. A face starts to come into sight as we all scream until our lungs give out.
“Really Mike?!” Lauren yells.
“Hey,” Mike responds, “it was all Nico’s idea!”
The blonde slowly comes into view with a slight blush on his face.
“Well. Come in!” I say, as the boys begin to climb into my room.
Megan smiles as Robert comes through the window too.
“Want to play with my ouija board?” Asks
by Ema Zagajac
1st hour
Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that there is something a lot more terrifying than the Kardashians when they are angry.
Death.
Most days, I am the only one who rides the bus. Apparently, the bus was “lame” to students at West Shore Preparatory. People seem to cluster in little cliques. I have two objectives while I am here, (1) to stay in the shadows, and (2) graduate and get the hell out of this damn high school and move on with my life. Many people claim that high school is the “best four years of your life” and that you “should make the best of high school”, while you “still have time.” That is absolute bullshit.
As my ghost bus pulls up to school, I quickly escape and head off to class. The day is filled with jocks throwing footballs from across the hallway and girls …show more content…
Speakerphone surrounded my room.
Breathing. In. Out. All we heard. We jump as a voice comes on.
“Enjoying the pillow fight, are we girls?” Asks a threatening male voice.
Megan collapses on the bed in fear staring at the phone. My palms start to sweat, and I feel faint. Her eyes look at me like “seriously?” I almost drop the phone when my hands start shaking. All of us absorb the silence, choosing our next words carefully.
“How’d you know what we were doing?” she asks in her bratty tone.
“Look out your window.”
Lauren shrinks back, trying to hide from whatever waited outside for us. Megan, being as fearless as she is, picks up my flashlight and shines it at the window. A face starts to come into sight as we all scream until our lungs give out.
“Really Mike?!” Lauren yells.
“Hey,” Mike responds, “it was all Nico’s idea!”
The blonde slowly comes into view with a slight blush on his face.
“Well. Come in!” I say, as the boys begin to climb into my room.
Megan smiles as Robert comes through the window too.
“Want to play with my ouija board?” Asks