The haunted house - chapter 2

Friday evening:

"Hey Suzy, hurry up!" My friend Wilma said as we were running towards the bus.
"Hey, take it easy! It's still 10 minutes until we'll go.." I answered.

When it was 4 o'clock our teacher Patricia would check so we didn't miss someone.
"Okay, soo..", she started. "Suzy, Eric, Amanda, John, Antonio, Christine, Lisanna, Celine, Alice, Yasmine..-
"Yasmine isn't here!" Robert shouted.
"She's late even though we're going to a trip like this..?" Patricia said sighing and then continued. "Martin, Oscar, Nichole, Nelly-
"Nelly isn't here either", Celine said.
"Okay then.." Patricia said and sighed again before she continued. "Wilma, Maud, Michael, Sophia, Mathew, Vicky, Robert, Emmet, Stacy and Isabelle..then we're only missing Yasmine and Nelly."
"We're here now!" We heard someone shouted outside the bus. It was Yasmine, she and Nelly stood out there with two really big bags.
"You two are late", Patricia said and looked irritated at Yasmine and Nelly.
"Yeah, we're sorry.." Nelly said but didn't look sorry at all and just smirked"
"Anyway, just get into the bus, we're going." Patricia said still a bit irritated.
"Okay", Nelly said and went into the bus followed by Yasmine.
And then we went to the haunted house..

To be continued..

The haunted house - chapter 1

Christopher has always been bullied in our class since two years back. Almost all the guys in our class calls him ugly idiot, nerd, go and die idiot, and many other stuff. They also punches ans kicks him, and no one in the class knows why they started to be like this towards him. I dunno if they know it themselves anymore.. But the worst things of all is that no one said anything to the guys that bullied him, even though the whole class was aware of it. That goes for me too. Whenether I saw them, I was going to tell them to stop, but then thoughts like "What if they start to punch and kick me too because I interfeared?" or "What if they starts to bully me?" popped up in my head. In the end, when I thought like that, I turned my back towards them and walked away like the coward I was.
Then a month ago, Christopher suddenly disappeared. He didn't come to school and his parents didn't know where he went either. And that's how it all started..

"Please be quiet and sit down on your chairs!" Our teacher Anne said to the people in our class that always walks around in the classrom. Our class is always noisy, and most of them never shut up. But right now, the class is even more noisy because we received a trip to an island and we get to live in a haunted house for three days. The techers wouldn't tell us who had sent it, they only said that this person gave us this trip and we're going this friday to sunday.
"Alright then!" Our other theacher Patricia said. "On friday we meet at the bus stop at 4 o'clock"
"Kay..!" The class said, and then we went and prepared for our next lesson.

To be continued..

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