Nonfiction, fiction or realistic fiction: Fiction
Age or Grade: Age 11, 6th grade
What do I do on Hopscotch: Code
Cami and I rubbed our palms together, trying to stay warm. It was only 30 degress outside, and we evidently forgot our coats on the bus. Cami leans her head onto my shoulder, and I didn't know what to do besides to keep walking.
"Jack, can I tell you something?" Cami asked me, now lifting her head from my shoulder.
"Sure," I said. "Anything."
Cami hesitated, I don't know why but we both stopped walking. She froze for a second, like she was in a trance, but then she simply shook her head and said, "Nevermind- so what's the plan with this guy we're hunting down? Why do you think he is on to us and keeps on following us? Does he know something we don't?"
I shrugged. There was nothing to say. I stuffed my bare hands into my jean pockets.
"Jack what's up with you?"
I looked down at the cold forest floor. "I dunno, I've just seen stuff that I haven't seen before with that guy, it wasn't so normal what I saw," I shrugged it off. That's when I realized something. I was walking with nothing but jeans and a short sleeved shirt. We walked for hours. Where were we going/
"Cami where are we going?"
She didn't answer, but she just kept her head down. Her pale face and her midnight black hair would fit a vampire I thought. Only that she was sneaky.. And pretty.
I kept walking, trying to avoid sharp rocks. Why were we in the forest anyway? Cami wanted to show me something important, so I followed her without asking any questions.
Before long, we stopped at a place. Cozy Nook.
"And exactly what is this?" I questioned. She implied that I should follow her, so without any other questions I followed her into the shack.
When I walked in, the first thing I noticed. All the lights were turned off. No sound or any movements. Suddenly I felt a cold hand grasped my arm and pulled me into a small room with light.
The old woman shut the door, and by the time she turned around. I saw her face.
"Oh hello dear!" She exclaimed, giving a nasty smirk. Her face was covered with warts and bumps of all sizes, leaving layers of wrinkles in her face. She had small eyes, but when I looked into them, it looked like a skull was engraved into them. She gave me a sweet look, but then it suddenly turned into a mode of darkness.
She grasped my arm again and the lights went out. She grabbed something. And I screamed.