Past midnight at school- Narrative writing

At Reremoana School, situated in Wattle Downs, Auckland, the year 7 and 8 students are gathered outside in the hot summers night on the dry, grey grass ready to spend the night at school. The younger students are not allowed to stay overnight for the fact that Reremoana School was built on a graveyard. We all know what that means. Get prepared for a spooky, dark night at school.

Davey , the school bully, shows no fear. He stands tall, hair covering his cheek like it always is. Davey turned into a bully because back when he was seven, Jenny and The Germ, two of the most smart and nerdy people in school presented a science experiment to the class. Davey was to fascinated with this steaming, bright red light that he thought it would be awesome if he stood in front of it. Of course it wasn't. Davey ended up with a large burn down the left side of his face, now a scar, also a bunch of classmates laughing and mocking him because of this ugly thing on his face. He didn't even get a girl telling him how brave he was. He blamed the whole incident on Jenny and The Germ. Ever since he has been planning revenge on them.

Without further of due Mr Fourie arrived at school and opened the doors to the hall. "Let's start the party!" He said "I've got all these fun activities planned like scrabble, charades, snakes and ladders even quiz cards!" Everyone let out an exaggerated yell of enthusiasm. Students split off in to their 'gangs' leaving Mr Fourie with stacks of games in his arms.

It was starting to get late, dark, spooky. The chitter chatter and gossip of girls faded away, loud yawns filled the room. Before Mr Fourie turned of the lights out he took the roll "Jenny Owens?" He called, there was no answer. " Must be in the toilet." He continued. "Germima Phillips?" Also no answer.    "Probably in the toilet as well." The last name on the list "Davey Jones?" Davey never answers to the role, he thinks he is 'too cool,' so Mr Fourie suspected that he was present. They all waited for The Germ and Jenny to come out of the toilet. It was quiet, maybe too quiet. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhhh." The room turned cold, everyone looked around. They saw it. A ghost. It had a long, white beard, faded blue eyes and was floating around the room chanting in a low whisper, "They're not here. Look in the toilets young ones. They're not here. Look at the park. Look young ones."

It was after midnight, the ghost was still lingering around like a fart, still chanting the same words. Mr Fourie found that Davey actually wasn't here in the room neither was Jenny and The Germ. He was worried sick. So much he hardly had and fingernails left. Suddenly there was a loud shriek from quite far away. That was when Mr Fourie got the courage to listen to the ghost. The students sat trembling with the sight of this yellow teethed ghost. Mr Fourie rang the Principal, she wasn't happy at all but she came anyway to supervise the students. They have planned this for ages and they cant let this opportunity go away. Within a blink of they eye Mr Fourie was off, racing to the park.

He arrived at the park to see Jenny and The Germ... DEAD! Next to them sat Davey, smiling down on the stained red bodies. In his right hand he strongly held a stick, blood dripping down from the tip. Mr Fourie took no time and unbuckled his seatbelt, sprinted towards Davey and ripped the stick from his hand. " Davey Jones, I can't believe you!" Mr Fourie took his phone from his pocket and dialed 111. The next minute, loud sirens sounded, brightly coloured lights zooming towards the park. Two Bulky Policemen rushed out from the car followed by two paramedics. The Policemen handcuffed Davey. The Paramedics lifted the bodies in disgust and put them on beds with a blanket covering them. Mr Fourie made his way back to the hall. All of the children were safe. Davey was taken to the cells with angry parents yelling at him. Mr Fourie went to Davey's court appearance. Davey said "I will find when I get back out of this. You cant run neither can you hide. I will do whatever it takes to get you."