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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Horror
- Subject: Mystery
- Published: 03/23/2022
“The new girl!” I heard a girl scream almost standing on a wooden desk at the other side of the classroom.
Everyone looked at her weirdly as if she was from another world and as if something stands out from her. I thought that she was like everyone, just a normal girl in school.
“Attention everyone!” the teacher announced, making all the class stop their loud talking about the new girl. She had old-fashioned purple round glasses that I did not like.
“This is Samara, th-”
“Call me Sam.” The new girl interrupted confidently.
“Oh sorry.” The teacher looked at her with concern and opened her eyes widely. “This is Sam, the new girl as many of you may have noticed.” The teacher finished.
The uncontrolled talking continued, and I kept looking at Sam.
I liked this class, just that many of my classmates were not as good at schoolwork and always asked me for help. This is why I have so many friends. I think. I hope that Sam is intelligent just like me.
Sam and I became best friends within just three days of knowing each other. I invited her to my house, and she also invited me to hers, which is huge. She has beautiful clear lamps hanging on her ceiling and large stairs with gold railing. I could see a piano right upstairs, and a great mirror. There were also some significant old paintings here and there.
My house is not as big as hers, it's a white house with two floors and bushes on the outside. There were gray couches in the living room, and a big tv I always liked to watch. There was also a clear round table in the center of the living room and wooden floor. My room had a bulletin wall with my name Elissa on the top and pictures of me with my friends which was placed over my twin-size bed with a light purple bed sheet.
Days later around 5:30 pm, I heard the doorbell ring. I ran downstairs to see who it was, and there was nobody. All I saw was a package on the entrance mat. I looked at it mysteriously, as I removed the dust covering it. “Is there anyone there?” I shouted outside my house expecting no response. All I heard was the bushes outside my house moving with the wind. I got upstairs to my room and grabbed my pink scissors on my desk and cut the tape off the cardboard package. There were candy hearts. It seems weird to me, but I decided to open one since I loved their sweet strawberry taste. I was shocked when I saw the message I just read.
Stay Away one had written. I opened another one desperately and read Hide. I started to realize they were trying to give me a message, but it was still not very clear to me, stay away from who? Hide from who? I thought to myself.
The next day I decided to show those two candy hearts to all my classmates in English class first thing in the morning. The messages were not there anymore, and everyone looked at me as if I was hallucinating or something. “I swear they were crazy messages on them!” They all ignored me and went back to reading that boring novel about natural disasters.
When school ended, I decided to walk back to my house and found an old lady sitting on a bench who looked like a nice person. I decided to talk to her. “Hi, excuse me, do you see any letters on these candy hearts?” A asked hoping for a yes response.
“Hi, um, no. What are you looking for?” She looked confused and wrinkled her forehead.
“There were crazy messages on them!” I repeated. “Like hide and stay away!”
“No,” there was a little moment of silence. “I don’t see anything written, however, there must've been a mistake in the company.” The old lady says. “Nothing to worry about.”
I began to walk slowly towards my house. I know I didn’t imagine them, but something about me believes those messages. Something felt off. I began to think.
When I got to my house, I ran upstairs, slammed my door, and got out another candy heart. This time it read Sam.
After a moment I realized the messages were about Sam, my current best friend. But how?!
I started to panic and went back to the bench where I saw the old lady, to show her the candy heart before the message disappeared.
I got there, and thankfully the message was still there. The old lady looked at it with concern and widened her eyes. I looked at her reaction until I decided to ask, “Do you know her?”
She looked back at me slowly moving her head, “She’s been dead for ten years.” She whispered. I was super confused as well as the old lady.
“She’s new in my school, she is not dead.” “Or maybe she came back from the dead,” I said kind of jokingly.
“Things like that have happened in this city. It's weird and most of the time it leads to tragedies. Let’s go to the fair, and figure out more about this before you go to school tomorrow, or anything bad happens to you.”
“What?!” I was never so confused like this moment.
The old lady started walking towards the fair that was right at the corner, and I followed her.
We went directly with the fortune teller, which I didn’t believe much.
“Sam has no present now, but has a future if you, Elissa, don’t stay away from her now.” She looked into my eyes figuring out my name.
“That’s what I was telling you, yes, you need to stay away from Sam,” The old lady began. “She was not a normal person ten years ago. She was my neighbor and I remember hearing that she had many family problems and killed a lot of people because of her anger issues.” “She is not alive for good.” The old lady stopped with confidence.
The old lady and I later realized that Sam was going to kill me at any time to take my life and replace me.
Still shocked, I said to the old lady “Please help me get her out of my life before the worst happens!”
“Yes, let’s make a plan.” She told me. “Have you felt manipulated by her in some way?”
“Yes, to sit with her every time at school.”
The talk went on.
At school, I confronted Sam in math class and told her that I felt manipulated by her. I acted like I did not know her plan, or that she was really dead. Sam acted confused and as if she did not know what I was talking about, but I will not believe her. She did not stop trying to talk to me, but I managed not to talk to her all day.
Since I was the only one that talked with Sam, she was now alone, and the next day, she was not at school. I didn’t think it was that easy for her to stay away from me.
“Mysterious Person Named Sam Goes Back to the Dead - Third Case this Month” I read in a magazine weeks later.
Now, after many therapies and weeks of talking with my family and friends at school about Sam, I was living my normal life, going to school all day, and making new friends without Sam in my life. However, I still have abusive parents, but many friends at school.
Unrealistic Reality(Alejandra Hernández Guzmán)
“The new girl!” I heard a girl scream almost standing on a wooden desk at the other side of the classroom.
Everyone looked at her weirdly as if she was from another world and as if something stands out from her. I thought that she was like everyone, just a normal girl in school.
“Attention everyone!” the teacher announced, making all the class stop their loud talking about the new girl. She had old-fashioned purple round glasses that I did not like.
“This is Samara, th-”
“Call me Sam.” The new girl interrupted confidently.
“Oh sorry.” The teacher looked at her with concern and opened her eyes widely. “This is Sam, the new girl as many of you may have noticed.” The teacher finished.
The uncontrolled talking continued, and I kept looking at Sam.
I liked this class, just that many of my classmates were not as good at schoolwork and always asked me for help. This is why I have so many friends. I think. I hope that Sam is intelligent just like me.
Sam and I became best friends within just three days of knowing each other. I invited her to my house, and she also invited me to hers, which is huge. She has beautiful clear lamps hanging on her ceiling and large stairs with gold railing. I could see a piano right upstairs, and a great mirror. There were also some significant old paintings here and there.
My house is not as big as hers, it's a white house with two floors and bushes on the outside. There were gray couches in the living room, and a big tv I always liked to watch. There was also a clear round table in the center of the living room and wooden floor. My room had a bulletin wall with my name Elissa on the top and pictures of me with my friends which was placed over my twin-size bed with a light purple bed sheet.
Days later around 5:30 pm, I heard the doorbell ring. I ran downstairs to see who it was, and there was nobody. All I saw was a package on the entrance mat. I looked at it mysteriously, as I removed the dust covering it. “Is there anyone there?” I shouted outside my house expecting no response. All I heard was the bushes outside my house moving with the wind. I got upstairs to my room and grabbed my pink scissors on my desk and cut the tape off the cardboard package. There were candy hearts. It seems weird to me, but I decided to open one since I loved their sweet strawberry taste. I was shocked when I saw the message I just read.
Stay Away one had written. I opened another one desperately and read Hide. I started to realize they were trying to give me a message, but it was still not very clear to me, stay away from who? Hide from who? I thought to myself.
The next day I decided to show those two candy hearts to all my classmates in English class first thing in the morning. The messages were not there anymore, and everyone looked at me as if I was hallucinating or something. “I swear they were crazy messages on them!” They all ignored me and went back to reading that boring novel about natural disasters.
When school ended, I decided to walk back to my house and found an old lady sitting on a bench who looked like a nice person. I decided to talk to her. “Hi, excuse me, do you see any letters on these candy hearts?” A asked hoping for a yes response.
“Hi, um, no. What are you looking for?” She looked confused and wrinkled her forehead.
“There were crazy messages on them!” I repeated. “Like hide and stay away!”
“No,” there was a little moment of silence. “I don’t see anything written, however, there must've been a mistake in the company.” The old lady says. “Nothing to worry about.”
I began to walk slowly towards my house. I know I didn’t imagine them, but something about me believes those messages. Something felt off. I began to think.
When I got to my house, I ran upstairs, slammed my door, and got out another candy heart. This time it read Sam.
After a moment I realized the messages were about Sam, my current best friend. But how?!
I started to panic and went back to the bench where I saw the old lady, to show her the candy heart before the message disappeared.
I got there, and thankfully the message was still there. The old lady looked at it with concern and widened her eyes. I looked at her reaction until I decided to ask, “Do you know her?”
She looked back at me slowly moving her head, “She’s been dead for ten years.” She whispered. I was super confused as well as the old lady.
“She’s new in my school, she is not dead.” “Or maybe she came back from the dead,” I said kind of jokingly.
“Things like that have happened in this city. It's weird and most of the time it leads to tragedies. Let’s go to the fair, and figure out more about this before you go to school tomorrow, or anything bad happens to you.”
“What?!” I was never so confused like this moment.
The old lady started walking towards the fair that was right at the corner, and I followed her.
We went directly with the fortune teller, which I didn’t believe much.
“Sam has no present now, but has a future if you, Elissa, don’t stay away from her now.” She looked into my eyes figuring out my name.
“That’s what I was telling you, yes, you need to stay away from Sam,” The old lady began. “She was not a normal person ten years ago. She was my neighbor and I remember hearing that she had many family problems and killed a lot of people because of her anger issues.” “She is not alive for good.” The old lady stopped with confidence.
The old lady and I later realized that Sam was going to kill me at any time to take my life and replace me.
Still shocked, I said to the old lady “Please help me get her out of my life before the worst happens!”
“Yes, let’s make a plan.” She told me. “Have you felt manipulated by her in some way?”
“Yes, to sit with her every time at school.”
The talk went on.
At school, I confronted Sam in math class and told her that I felt manipulated by her. I acted like I did not know her plan, or that she was really dead. Sam acted confused and as if she did not know what I was talking about, but I will not believe her. She did not stop trying to talk to me, but I managed not to talk to her all day.
Since I was the only one that talked with Sam, she was now alone, and the next day, she was not at school. I didn’t think it was that easy for her to stay away from me.
“Mysterious Person Named Sam Goes Back to the Dead - Third Case this Month” I read in a magazine weeks later.
Now, after many therapies and weeks of talking with my family and friends at school about Sam, I was living my normal life, going to school all day, and making new friends without Sam in my life. However, I still have abusive parents, but many friends at school.
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Cordelia Canavati
03/31/2022i really liked how your story includes fanstasy items and the candied hearts. one connection is when other people wanr you about something or someone. i would like to know what happens with the abusive parents ?
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Nicole Franco PC.
03/31/2022I can connect because i also have things that warn me whenever something might happen, just like the candy hearts. I really enjoyed the part when she finds out her best friend is actually a dead person. I wonder if the friend will get someone next? :)
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