Friday the Thirteenth
Author:
Chrissy Granger
"What?" Ash repeated again.
"N-Never mind," I stuttered. This was
getting too creepy. Little did I know that everything was going to take a turn
for the worst.
Suddenly the two doors leading into
the kitchen slammed shut. I jumped… Then the candles began to burn. The pots
began to rattle and levitate. Then they all plummeted for me.
I ducked… missing all of the pot
except one, which managed to hit me in the shoulder. I held onto Togepi tightly
as I straightened up and began to back into the corner as the pots began to
levitate again.
Ash just stood there, practically
frozen to the floor. He shook himself out of it as the pots hurled themselves
at me again and tried to block them. Surprisingly, the pots just went over his
head and landed on me anyway. Not knowing of anything else to do, Ash grabbed
my hand tried the nearest door. It was locked. He went to the other door and it
opened so suddenly that we almost stumbled backward.
We ran out of the room, slammed the
door shut, and ran down the hall to the living room where our sleeping bags
where.
I sat there in front of the fire. When we ran into
the living room we caught our breath and then I sat down and through my
sleeping bag over my head.
Ash put a log on the fire then sat down next to me
with his own sleeping bag. After a few moments of silence I finally spoke.
"What do you think happened back there?"
"I-I'm not sure, but I'm not s-sure I want to find
out," he said putting a comforting hand on my good shoulder. The other was now
bandaged because it was bleeding heavily from the hit.
I leaned back, tired and
placed my head on the pillow. I fell asleep right away.
I awoke about an hour later when some
clock struck 11:30 PM. It wasn't the clock that woke me up… It was a person
shaking me.
"Misty….Misty…." the person said.
Though I didn't want to….I opened my eyes.
"Brock!" I said startled. I had just realized that I
hadn't seen him all night.
"Shhhhhhh…." He said.
"What's wrong?"
As he opened up his mouth to explain, the front door
swung open with a cold chilly wind that was carrying in, to my surprise, snow!
Three figures fell to the floor as if frozen solid. One had blue hair, the
other red, and the shortest one, none. I suddenly realized who it was….
"Team Rocket!"
Author's
note: Everybody wanted to have Team Rocket in it so here they are…Sorry…..I
keep forgetting about the Pokemon!!