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Photograph
There was a black and white photograph hanging nimbly on the vibrant coral wall in Ms. Frizzle's home. It was the darkest accessory in her entire house and often she would spot the children staring at it, trying to figure out what the shot was about. They would badger her with questions whenever they visited, asking if it was a member of her family. Yet Valerie Frizzle kept her lips zipped shut, never letting the secret slip. The sixty year old shot had belonged to her family of Frizzles for as long as she could remember.
One day Dorothy Ann, the most inquisitive child in her third grade class was staring at the picture again when she suddenly came to a startling conclusion. "Ms. Frizzle, that's…that's you!" Valerie blinked in surprise before laughing. "Oh Dorothy Ann, you have such an imagination! Don't you know my entire family looks nearly exactly like me?"
Carlos laughed as well, nudging the blonde with his elbow. "Yeah D.A. it can't possibly be the Friz. The picture's too old!" The rest of the students nodded in agreement; even though D.A. protested continuing to insist it was Valerie. When the students left for home Ms. Frizzle admired the shot with a smile.
"I should dig that pink cloak out sometime." She mused, winking at her reflection in the mirror.
Scary Encounter
It was a well-known fact that Carlos was the hardest boy in the third grade to scare. He had faced ghouls and boogie monsters alike without even flinching. Carlos was the type of boy who had to see certain things to truly believe in them, which often annoyed his friends. The dark skinned student had teased his classmates about what babies they were.
"How can you guys be scared of plastic masks and fake blood? It's all a show!" It was one of the reasons why no one objected to taking him to Ms. Frizzle's haunted house.
Dorothy Ann was especially excited. She couldn't wait to see the look on Carlos' face when he was scared out of his pants. Ralphie was shaking in his skeleton costume while Arnold had conveniently stayed home that night with Phoebe.
"It's for the best. We'd have to chase after Arnold as soon as he stepped foot inside. I mean, how scary can it be, right?" Carlos said confidently as he led the way with D.A. She wanted to get a first had look at her friend's first encounter with genuine fear.
Before long five out of the seven kids were trembling inside their ghoulish costumes. Carlos was calm as usual, laughing over the idiotic decorations. D.A. was a surprise however. She was shockingly mellow during the endeavour. 'Come on Ms. Frizzle, where are you?' Just as D.A. was considering calling the whole thing off, she spotted Ms. Frizzle's signal and smiled.
"Carlos...Carlos!" Their teacher said in an eerie voice. Said boy rolled his eyes. "What?"
"You have an essay on Halloween due Monday…and an exam on Dracula for Tuesday…on Wednesday…" Carlos cried out in utter horror.
"Stop, stop, no more!" The third grader ran out of the house in utter panic, leaving his classmates laughing as he ran off. That had to be Carlos' scariest encounter with the Friz, but most worthwhile to his classmates and teacher.