Fiction

Last Friday we went to explore the abandoned amusement park in our city. Due to the number of deaths from the dangerous rides the park had been closed down and forgotten about.

By Romae Martone

If I had a spirit, I think it would take form as a little girl, a younger me, if you will. A ghost of what I used to be, the younger me that had dreams of being a queen or a dancer.

She held aside the large leafed shrubs and saw a large blue and yellow parrot fly across the scene. It was not until the bird had flown off into the tree tops when Sadie noticed it.

If I had a spirit that watches over me, how would this spirit be? This spirit would be myself, a fluid self, a bit smarter self, but neither the less, myself. They look like me, act like me, think like me since I'm them and they are me.

If I had a sixth sense it would be that I would know when something dangerous/bad is about to happen. How I would know that something dangerous/bad was about to happen, I would get a tingling sensation all over my body. 

 My guardian, Rosie, flew right above me. Her hair whipped in the wind. Her eyes shifted from me to my horse every few seconds. I ignored her. Frank (my dapple gray, Angelo Arab, Morgan cross rescue) and I felt like we were flying. 

    “Okay class, I’m Mrs.Willabee and let's start our 5th grade year by introducing our two new students, Sarah and Omar. Sarah is from Israel and Omar is from Egypt,” Mrs. Willabee explained.

I’ve always been an outsider at my school. I guess it’s because of my personality. I’m shy and don't talk much. It’s not as if the other kids don’t like me, I can’t blame them.

       “Flip Flop Flip Flop”  said Sarah’s shoes as she walked down the ramp to the beach. She does this almost every day.

    A month passed. My condition held. I had no symptoms of my illness. I still wasn’t allowed to participate in most gym classes, but if I was still healthy by senior year, Dr.

 I’ve always had the feeling that someone is always looking over my shoulder. I’ve been haunted by this thought for my whole life. At least it felt like that. It feels like a third parent. She or he’s always looked after me.

“Please let me stay home mom!” I exclaimed.