Scary Story

By Sarah P.

7^th Grade

            On a dark scary night, there was this boy who had just got out of the woods with a sword, about four feet long, full of fresh blood from what you would think is an animal, but before we go ahead let’s go back in time.

            On the first day of school, Taylor, who had just transferred from Highland Elementary School in Crookston, was the new kid in the fisher 7^th Grade class.  He was about 5 foot 7, blond hair, blue eyes, and on the slim side. He was good at playing all sports he played.

            The first day of school, Taylor didn’t have any friends to hang out with, so held laid back, sat by him self at lunch, and didn’t talk to anyone unless he was asked to introduce his self.

            When Taylor got home to tell about he’s day to his mother, he started to talk in a quiet voice like he was about to cry, he told about how he didn’t talk to anyone besides that one time.

            When Taylor went to bed, he thought about how stupid his mom was to move almost 15 miles away from his other old house, Yeah, he could just go back to school there, but something had been stopping him.

            On the second day of school, Taylor tried to talk to the football boys in his class.

            “Hey, do you guys if I sit with you?” Taylor asked.

            “Sorry Taylor, but it would be better if you sat by the girls,” a 5 foot 2 kid said named Tommy, “Because you are one!”

            “Ok, I guess the ladies are mine,” Taylor said while walking to the girls’ table.

            As Taylor was walking to the girls’ table, Tommy and his crew were laughing at Taylor for even say that silly thing.

            “May I sit with you girls?” Taylor asked in the nicest way he could think of.

            “Well sure you can. I am sorry that the boys are jerks when it comes to new kids, “a 5 foot 5 girl said.

            “Why thank you for the tip. I might have to say away from them for awhile,” Taylor said laughing.

            During Science Class, Tommy and his crew were throwing spitballs at his face; he didn’t want to tell because who would want to be a tattletale? Taylor was holding his fist tight because he was so mad, that it made all 4 fingers pop.

            When he got home, he’s mom asked him the same question, “So how was school?” and Taylor would just look at her and go up the stairs to his room.

            For homework, Taylor had two subjects to do. The first one he did was Science because all he had to do was list five living things, then he did Social Studies because he had almost 40 question naming explores.

            When a month past, the boys still treated him like a puddle that is getting stepped on millions of times. So Taylor had planned to do something on the one and only day of the year that people would stay up late looking for candy. He was planning to kill Tommy.

            Taylor was dressed as a warrior so it would seem like the sword would look fake and plastic. He thought the whole thing though, where it would be, what time, and how, but one thing he didn’t think of was how he was going to get Tommy to follow him into the woods without anyone following Tommy.

            Then he thought if he could make him mad that he would chase after him when his friends are distracted.  When Tommy’s crew was going to the next house, Tommy stayed back because it was his aunt’s house. Taylor took his slingshot and shot him in the back.

            “Who was that?” Tommy yelled.

            Tommy saw that it was Taylor, and suddenly chased after him. The plan was working out so far, so he headed to the woods, but all of a sudden his crew started running after them. Then his plans have changed.

            Taylor thought, “Five is better then one.”

            As planned he lead them all to the woods were he work to his revenge on not one, but five. He took them to a closed area, and then took out his four-foot sword from his costume. The boys were shaking in fear as he was walking closer and closer after every second past.  One by one, Taylor killed the boys in two swings each. By the time he was done all you could see was six boys lying on the ground gushing out blood, dead.

            When Taylor was done with his job, he went out of the woods holding that four-foot sword full of fresh blood that you now know that it was not an animal.

The End