A/N: I have a migraine. I am confused. I got Harry Potter on DVD. I love
lemon lime Kool-Aid-y stuff. I'm okay, I swear.
Disclaimer: You know what I am about to say. You're psychic! [gasps] Wow!
To 2001! By Skye Rocket
It was around 7:30 and it was unusually dark for that hour. I sat right between Danny and Mallory. I was strikingly scared to the point of needing my seven-year-old cousin to hold my hand. If that wasn't pathetic I didn't know what was. Still, I was absolutely terrified. I didn't want people to see me so scared, and I had to admit I was hiding it well. I was dressed in a pair of ducky pajama pants and a yellow tank top under my Kansas University sweatshirt, which my mom had accidentally bleached. Still, it was comfy.
We were passing around a pen and a paper and writing down our top three fears. I scrawled down my fears. Next we put all of the lists in a metal bowl and passed it around the circle after we shuffled them and chose a list each. I plucked I sheet of paper and unfolded it. I stared down at the paper. It read:
"I Am Afraid Of…
Being Rejected By People I Like
Death
Spiders"
I cackled under my breath.
"So, are you ready?" Rafe asked. He peered down at his list. "Mine says that this person is afraid of dogs with rabies, tent poles and falling off of their bike." We all laughed. "I think it is…Alden?" Alden turned bright red and nodded sheepishly. I laughed, but I could help sounding a little nervous. So far this game was scaring me even more. I looked back at my paper. The handwriting was neat cursive. The admirable kind. Hee hee.
"Okay," Evelyn said, looking at her paper. "Afraid of clowns, motorcycles, and fire." Evelyn got a puzzled look. She thought hard. "Allen?" she asked tentatively after a few minutes. Allen cheered and nodded.
Then it was Austin's turn. "Okay, ghosts, snakes and spider webs." He grinned and looked up. "This is too easy!" He paused. "It's totally Mallory!" She clapped her hands and laughed.
Allen looked down at his. "Guns, plane crashes and bar fights? Sounds terrifying, RAFE!" Rafe blushed.
Alden stared at his. He sighed and read. "Snakes. Bears. And toads? What's wrong with toads?" We all shrugged. "It's probably Evelyn's." She smiled and bobbed her head like a bobble-headed dashboard dog.
"All righty, this says," Mallory began. She began to giggle. She couldn't stop laughing for a few minutes. We waited as patiently as humanly possible. Mallory was practically rolling around on the floor of the tent. "It says loud sounds, candles and riding buses. Austin!" She dissolved into laughter again. We all joined in. It wasn't even all that funny but we had had too much sugar and caffeine.
It was my turn. I recited my list. There was this incredible long pause. 'You idiot!' I thought. 'There's only two people left that it could possibly be! And it isn't YOU!' But I couldn't bring my self to say it.
"It's Danny," I finally managed to say. What was so wrong with me? I was feeling so stupid. I didn't even know if I liked Danny. Suddenly I got really scared. And not because I was sleeping outside in a cemetery with a bunch of dead people.
"Well, it's kind of obvious who this is," Danny began. "Seeing as there's only one person left." We looked at him invitingly. "This says that this person is afraid of mayflies, bee stings, and falling down." He paused. "Well, of course, it's Skye, but what can you do?"
The others started talking at rapid fire.
"Let's for a walk around town at midnight tonight!" Alden suggested.
"We could play truth or dare!" Mallory cried.
"What about telling ghost stories?" Rafe suggested.
"We can do all that, guys," Austin assured them. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea.
"Oh my gosh. You guys, we can go see Blinking Angel!" I said, not believing no one had suggested it before. Danny, Rafe and Evelyn stared at me, mystified.
"What's 'Blinking Angel?'" Rafe asked. Alden began the story.
Blinking Angel was a huge headstone in the back of a cemetery. It belonged to an old man. He had no friends and no family in the little town, and he arranged his own funeral while he was still alive. He was a very mean old man who kicked puppies and stepped on the flowers that the kindergarten classes had planted.
When he died, the evil old man was buried by his headstone. Everything was normal for a few years. Then one day, a small child was walking by with his mother. The kid wanted to see the angel, so he and his mother walked into the cemetery. They stood in front of it, when all of a sudden, IT BLINKED.
Now no one would go near the angel statue at night.
"Let's do it!" Allen said.
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Ah! Suspense! Well, did you like? Please review!
Til Later
Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: You know what I am about to say. You're psychic! [gasps] Wow!
To 2001! By Skye Rocket
It was around 7:30 and it was unusually dark for that hour. I sat right between Danny and Mallory. I was strikingly scared to the point of needing my seven-year-old cousin to hold my hand. If that wasn't pathetic I didn't know what was. Still, I was absolutely terrified. I didn't want people to see me so scared, and I had to admit I was hiding it well. I was dressed in a pair of ducky pajama pants and a yellow tank top under my Kansas University sweatshirt, which my mom had accidentally bleached. Still, it was comfy.
We were passing around a pen and a paper and writing down our top three fears. I scrawled down my fears. Next we put all of the lists in a metal bowl and passed it around the circle after we shuffled them and chose a list each. I plucked I sheet of paper and unfolded it. I stared down at the paper. It read:
"I Am Afraid Of…
Being Rejected By People I Like
Death
Spiders"
I cackled under my breath.
"So, are you ready?" Rafe asked. He peered down at his list. "Mine says that this person is afraid of dogs with rabies, tent poles and falling off of their bike." We all laughed. "I think it is…Alden?" Alden turned bright red and nodded sheepishly. I laughed, but I could help sounding a little nervous. So far this game was scaring me even more. I looked back at my paper. The handwriting was neat cursive. The admirable kind. Hee hee.
"Okay," Evelyn said, looking at her paper. "Afraid of clowns, motorcycles, and fire." Evelyn got a puzzled look. She thought hard. "Allen?" she asked tentatively after a few minutes. Allen cheered and nodded.
Then it was Austin's turn. "Okay, ghosts, snakes and spider webs." He grinned and looked up. "This is too easy!" He paused. "It's totally Mallory!" She clapped her hands and laughed.
Allen looked down at his. "Guns, plane crashes and bar fights? Sounds terrifying, RAFE!" Rafe blushed.
Alden stared at his. He sighed and read. "Snakes. Bears. And toads? What's wrong with toads?" We all shrugged. "It's probably Evelyn's." She smiled and bobbed her head like a bobble-headed dashboard dog.
"All righty, this says," Mallory began. She began to giggle. She couldn't stop laughing for a few minutes. We waited as patiently as humanly possible. Mallory was practically rolling around on the floor of the tent. "It says loud sounds, candles and riding buses. Austin!" She dissolved into laughter again. We all joined in. It wasn't even all that funny but we had had too much sugar and caffeine.
It was my turn. I recited my list. There was this incredible long pause. 'You idiot!' I thought. 'There's only two people left that it could possibly be! And it isn't YOU!' But I couldn't bring my self to say it.
"It's Danny," I finally managed to say. What was so wrong with me? I was feeling so stupid. I didn't even know if I liked Danny. Suddenly I got really scared. And not because I was sleeping outside in a cemetery with a bunch of dead people.
"Well, it's kind of obvious who this is," Danny began. "Seeing as there's only one person left." We looked at him invitingly. "This says that this person is afraid of mayflies, bee stings, and falling down." He paused. "Well, of course, it's Skye, but what can you do?"
The others started talking at rapid fire.
"Let's for a walk around town at midnight tonight!" Alden suggested.
"We could play truth or dare!" Mallory cried.
"What about telling ghost stories?" Rafe suggested.
"We can do all that, guys," Austin assured them. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea.
"Oh my gosh. You guys, we can go see Blinking Angel!" I said, not believing no one had suggested it before. Danny, Rafe and Evelyn stared at me, mystified.
"What's 'Blinking Angel?'" Rafe asked. Alden began the story.
Blinking Angel was a huge headstone in the back of a cemetery. It belonged to an old man. He had no friends and no family in the little town, and he arranged his own funeral while he was still alive. He was a very mean old man who kicked puppies and stepped on the flowers that the kindergarten classes had planted.
When he died, the evil old man was buried by his headstone. Everything was normal for a few years. Then one day, a small child was walking by with his mother. The kid wanted to see the angel, so he and his mother walked into the cemetery. They stood in front of it, when all of a sudden, IT BLINKED.
Now no one would go near the angel statue at night.
"Let's do it!" Allen said.
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Ah! Suspense! Well, did you like? Please review!
Til Later
Skye Rocket