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school report on what you did this summer • Young Writers Society

school report on what you did this summer

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Name: Amelia Waters
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You see my best friend died or was murdered 3 or 4 years ago and we didn't bother with an autopsy, for there was no blood or strangle marks. She was 78 years old and we just assumed that a hart attack had taken place. So my older sister and I took a trip to her house one evening to take pictures of the tree in front of her house. We took some pictures than returned home. When we pulled up the photos on the computer we noticed a girl standing in what used to be her bedroom window. At first we thought it was just a little girl but when we zoomed in we could see right through her eyes... So we carefully zoomed in more to find she was either smiling or laughing at us and when we zoomed even more...She looked as though she was flicking us off. When we moved onto another photo of the front door we seen a women standing there, but when we took the pictures we didn't notice anyone in the windows or doors....So we moved on to the next picture to find what seemed like Her standing there in the front door.
About two weeks later we went back deciding we should do something, we weren't going to tell the current owners but we were gonna do something... My sister parked across the street at a bar and got out. I didn't know what to do so i followed her. She crossed the street and before she even set foot on the property the screen door flew open. No one was pushing it open but it kept open, my sister didn't budge. Then a gust of wind picked up and flew through the tree's leaves. When my sister decided she was headed back i decided i was heading towards what ever it was. I walked up the short pathway and stood in front of the screen door. Suddenly i heard laughing and then historical crying and sobbing i glanced in the driveway were no cars was to be found. When i looked into the window beside the door a face came to it, i recognized the face immediately as the little girl who was in what used to be her bedroom. Startled i ran across the street and got into the car."GO!" i screamed as soon as i shut the door. With that she speed out of the parking lot and onto the street. When we passed her house we both looked over at it and seen the girl laughing at us.



I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
— Charles Perrault