The Little Red Note

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I glanced at my watch, quarter to nine; I had 10 minutes to get to school. Every day I wait for Jade at my house. She was 5 minutes late so I decided to walk down to her house. There was no sign of her down her road. Maybe she slept in late. I knocked on her door, her mum answered, "Hello love, oh are you here for Jade? I'm very sorry she can't come to school today she has a terrible migraine." My head dropped, "Okay, um well could you tell her I hope she feels better." "Bye then!" Jade had never been ill before. Jade had always walked to school with me; I haven't ever been to school on my own before. I arrived at school 10 minutes later. Just enough time to get to my locker. My locker was quite stiff and often hard to open. Only when I got there I noticed my locker was on the last number of my combination. How strange. My locker clacked open; I got my geography book and my maths book and slowly closed the locker. I hesitated, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a red note attached to the door. I picked it out and unfolded it. It read, "You will pay, I will get you for what you've done!" The handwriting was large and scruffy. I thought that maybe it was a mistake. I looked around the corner expecting to hear someone laughing or someone to shout, "Ha! Gotcha, I see you got my little prank!" But there was nobody there. It was totally deserted. The people who normally stood there were gathered around the notice board. A cold shiver ran down my side. What have I done? I came back to my senses just before I entered the toilets I realised I was still holding the paper so I hastily thrust it into my pocket. A large tear wallowed in my eye, like a crystal glimmering in the sun. What have I done? I became aware of my surroundings... ... middle of paper ... ... a role model for the newer students. I started to ease across the row. The caretaker was now scanning shelves for the correct cleaning bottle. He came so close to my row. My heart beat increased, thundering. He was coming closer; I glanced desperately for an escape route. There was no way I could get out of this one. A few more steps… And he turned off just before my row. I let out a long sigh of relief. I heard the voice again It was coming from the end row. The voice seemed familiar. Hmm. I thought about who it could be. I was so curious to find out who it was. The voice grew louder. The person was so close. This was it. The end of this row. I stopped. The voice was laughing, a very faint voice. I saw a faint outline and shadow. The figure was small, perhaps bent over. I saw it straighten up. It looked like a girl. A few more stops. One more second. BANG!

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