BiscuitBear37
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Yes, this really does help! Thanks for all the support guys!
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Finally-the detention finished. I retrieved my phone from the phone box that was hidden and safely locked away in the school office. (we used to be able to have our phones in class but it was banned because of bullying)
I checked my phone and had 2 messages. The first was from my mum. It read
"Where are you? You need to tell me when you go to your friends house-please come home I'm making spaghetti!"
I replied with "Okay-sorry I got detention for chatting in class and phone was locked up in the office" I knew this was a lie but if I told my mum I wasn't focused properly she would know something was wrong and probably whisk me of to a therapist or something. -
The second was from Gemma-I read it and my fear had come true-she had seen the notebook. It read
"Hey Girl, what was that red notebook in your bag-I swear it had blood on it or something. What's up? You seemed off earlier!"
I sighed. Should I trust her? Could I trust her?
Don't be stupid-I told myself. Of course I could and she wouldn't tell anyone. But if I told her and something happened.... I'd have to wait till I knew more about this mystery, I would tell her after it had been solved. There everyone happy! -
Next Part: Ideas from Nerd Key.
Later that evening-after an amazing dinner-I reached into my bag for the notebook. But it wasn't there! That was strange-I could of sworn I hadn't touched it since my English lesson.
Suddenly, I recoiled in shock- on my bedside table was the crimson book. How? What? "How do you keep on teloporting?" I whispered to myself though of course it didn't reply.
I turned the pages and realised in horror and shock the threat written in dripping red blood had disappeared. Strange. Ugh! This was so frustrating, yet I felt curious too. I pulled a biro from my drawer and inked one question into the page.
"What do you want?"
Nothing happened.
I was probably just imagining things. It was almost the end of term, perhaps I was so tired I was growing paranoid. -
whoops! I got the name completley wrong sorry! Ideas from LittleNerd!
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I love where this story is going! Keep it up!
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I brushed my teeth and lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Trying to work out how this was possible. If I seeked help, my mum would call me crazy and take me to a counselor or therapist. Gemma wouldn't believe me. My dad... well, he was never at home. If he was, he was always on his phone or his laptop, or going through beers like my baby brother Jones goes through nappies. Probably not the best option. What do I do?
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Ideas from LittleNerd: You are helping me a lot on every thread I make so thank you for all the support! :)
I sighed in frustration. I snapped the book shut and started my night routine. I brushed my teeth and lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to work out how this was possible. If I seeked help, my mum would call me crazy and take me to a counsellor or therapist. Gemma probably wouldn't believe me and I couldn't risk her safety-especially now she had seen the notebook. My dad...well, he was never at home. If he was, he was always on his phone or his laptop, or going through beers like my baby brother Jones goes through his nappies. Probably not the best option. What do I do? -
So, I had three options.
1. Mum- an overprotective safety warrant- no chance.
2. Gemma- a great person to trust- but I couldn't' risk her safety.
3. Dad- a hopeless Alcoholic- definitely not!
4. Baby Jones- a great listener- but it would take to long and he wouldn't understand.
I read through my notes and then threw the piece of paper aside and lay on my bed-deep in thought. -
I love where this story is going! I'm happy to help you, writing stories is one of my greatest passions!
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I retrieved the notebook from my top drawer and turned to the page I had written on. But I couldn't find it. I turned through the whole notebook. Nothing.
'Oh god,' I whispered. I definitely wasn't imagining this. -
I sighed, turning back to the front page. I gasped. There was a dark splotch of red ink dripping down the page. I touched my fingertip to the splotch, it was wet and deep, and soaked through to the other pages.
'How curious,' I whispered, wanting more than anything to solve this mystery so I wouldn't have to look at any more blood. It seemed like a scene from Harry Potter - unrealistic. -
Ideas from Little Nerd: Thanks again :)
After a while I retrieved the notebook from my top drawer (thankfully it was where I had left it this time) and turned to the page I had written on. But I couldn't find it. I flicked through the whole notebook thinking I must of got the wrong page. Nothing.
"Oh god" I whispered. I definitely wasn't imagining this.
I sighed, turning back to the front page. I gasped. There was dark splotch of red ink dripping down the page.
"How curious" I whispered wanting more than anything to solve this mystery so I wouldn't have to look at any more blood. It was revolting. It seemed like a scene from Harry Potter-unrealistic. -
I love how you've taken things from all the best fantasy books and mushed them together to create what you have so far! I love where this is going - keep it up!!
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Aw thanks so much-I am really enjoying writing it as well and your paragraph ideas has also helped me a lot! :)
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When I woke up I wasn't in my bedroom. I didn't know where I was- all I could see was pitch black. I screamed in horror as I saw a dark monster approaching, he'd be here soon but I couldn't see, which meant I couldn't run which definitely meant I couldn't hide! Instead I crouched on the floor shaking in fear but on the floor I glimpsed something. A dim red glow. I reached for it and when my hand returned it was holding a crimson notebook-the same notebook on my bedside table. I turned the front cover twitching and read the words bloodily inked onto the page.
"Tell me your wishes
write them down now
go on don't be shy" a creepy voice boomed.
Magically a pen appeared next to the notebook.
I picked up the pen twitching then dropped it again. The red journal began speak again in its petrifying voice.
"Go on you know you want too"
It was right. I did want too. I picked up the pen-this time determined and put ink to paper when.....
I sat up in bed sweating and shaking. "It's okay" I told myself "Just another nightmare" -
She'd watched Harry Potter before, so if real life was anything like that, she knew she shouldn't give in to a notebook.
"Are you real?" She wrote.
I've got no other ideas right now 🤣
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