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Title: New Camera

“Bye Toni!” I yell and unlock my bike form the bike rack. The baby blue paint is chipped, and one wheel is almost near flat. The basket I had attached to it is rotting and one of the nails holding it is missing, making it hang on by only one nail.

I climb onto the horrible bike and ride across the street, greeting the crossing guard while riding across.

I pedal harder on the sidewalk. Mom is probably waiting for me. She gets mad easily, and is very abusive. My mother grew more aggressive over the years. She had become that way when my father was killed.

Lost in thought, I run over a bird. Blood splatters on my white tire. I look back and see the corpse of the mutilated bird. I gag and almost throw up.

“Look where you’re going, Carson.” I tell myself and continue to ride.

***

“Stupid piece of crap,” I say and kick the flat tire. The blood had dried, and now I won’t be able to scrub it off.

I remember I packed a backpack sized pump. I look in my backpack but find nothing there. Knowing my bag is huge, I dig some more. No luck.

I curse under my breath. I don’t want to leave the bike here. It cost a lot, even though it was in bad condition when I got it.

I hear honking. I quickly turn my head and see a big truck speeding down the road. I panic, not thinking fast like I usually did. I struggle to think of a solution. I couldn’t leave the bike here. I would get my a** kicked.

The truck is inches away from me. At the last minute, I jump from the bike and land on the sidewalk. I get the air knocked out of me. I feel like my lungs are tied together in a huge knot.

I have landed on something. I take it out from under me and discover it one of those old cameras that immediately print out the photo.

I take an interest in it. Not caring about the bike, I take the camera home instead.

***

“You let your bike get run over?” My mother says angrily, She puffs in the cigarette smoke.

“It’s not my fault…”

“Carson, what’s that in your hand?” My mother points to the camera.

“A camera.” I reply.

“Go take it to your room and play with it.” My mother orders. She is still angry, and I know she will soon be drinking and will get drunk. If I lock myself in my room she can’t beat me.
I obey.

***

I took a bunch of pictures. Now, I look them over.

I laugh at one. Then, I see a white figure in the background. She looks like she’s far away from me.

She is staring at the lens. Her eyes are wide like the Grudge’s, and her skin is rotting. Blood covers her body head to toe. She is disgusting to look out.

I throw the picture on the floor and scribble the lady out with a pencil.

***
The rest of the week, pictures have been set on my bed. They show the same lady getting closer and closer to me.

I come home from school and find a picture lying on my perfectly made bed. I am cautious, even though I don’t know why.

I recoil in fear. There, in the girl right behind me, hands wrapped around the giraffe-like neck.

I then feel hard pressure around my neck.

Hi guys  New story. Please comment if you like it~!

Title: Red

Celeste “Red” Redding smiled her dazzling smile that made the boys swoon. She looked to the right of her, and said to her best friend, Marie, “All you need in high school are looks and popularity. Then, babe, you go far.”

Marie raised her eyebrows. “Maybe in your world, but not mine.”

They were like twins, except they didn’t look alike. Marie had dark, caramel colored hair and chocolate brown eyes that twinkled when she was happy. Her skin was a light olive color, and her teeth were a glowing, straight white.

On the other hand, Red was the opposite. She had bright blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes that made the boys melt. Her skin was much tanned, and her teeth were a tiny bit yellow, but mostly white

“Those words are in everyone who goes here, heads’.” Red said and did her locker combination. She got out a history book and then closed her locker. She tucked her hair behind her ear and strutted off, leaving Marie isolated in the deserted hall.

The rest of the day came by in a blur for Red. Her vision was not very keen, and it usually was. She had to have Marie help her get to classroom to classroom.

The next day, she was still in that position. She had trouble getting dressed, walking down the stairs, and driving her car.

Red blinked a couple of times and her vision still wasn’t clear. She decided to have Marie give her contacts since her father was an eye doctor.

“Marie. Can you get me some contacts from your father?” Red asked, struggling to get out her chemistry book. Marie had to hand the book to her.

“I thought you had contacts.” Marie replied, sighing.

“No. I had perfect eyes but now for some reason I can’t see.” Red complained, pushing her bangs out of her face.

“Alright. Come by tomorrow after school. I’ll get you some contacts.” Marie said and waved goodbye.

“Wait Marie, where are you going?” Red yelled, and then the bell rang.

Red arrived at Mr. Smith’s office. Marie was her father’s assistant, so she showed Red around the twenty story building.

“Okay. Here’s your client, Mr. Smith.” Marie said with a professional voice, and smiled. Red nervously walked into the room, scared of falling out the window because of the height.

“Oh, thank you dear. Her profile?” Mr. Smith said, and Marie handed him a booklet filled with at least five pages.

Marie waved at Red and politely closed the door.

“Celeste, could you tell me about your problem?” Mr. Smith asked. Red seated herself in a chair, farthest away from the windows.

“Um, call me Red.” Red said and folded her hands in her lap.

“Problem?” Mr. Smith patiently asked.

“Oh, uh, I haven’t been able to see anything. I don’t know what this office looks like.” Red replied.

“I have just the trick!” Mr. Smith said, and handed her some contacts.

She put them in and nothing happened.

“I still can’t see anything,” Red said. She took the contacts out.

“I’ll have to run some tests. Just sit and relax.” Mr. Smith said.

“What do you have to do?” Red said nervously, and then she felt a needle in her skin. Everything went black.

When she woke up, she could see perfectly. Marie was smiling and waving, and Mr. Smith had a proud look on his face.

“There you go, Red.” Marie said and took Red’s hand. They walked out of the building, laughing about something oblivious.

Red, the next day, hadn’t shown up for school. Marie was worried, because Red never liked to miss school.

After school, Marie went to Red’s house and was greeted by Red’s mother, Denise.

“Hi darling. What a surprise!” Denise said and welcomed Marie into her home.

“Hi. I was looking for Red?” Marie said and looked around the living room.

“Oh well, she is actually waiting for you.” Denise said.

“Where is she?”

“In the kitchen. In fact, we’re having dinner right now. Would you like to join us?”

Marie thought it was weird that they were having dinner so early, but accepted only to see Red.

When Marie walked into the kitchen, a big chicken that was shaped like a head was on the table. She saw no Red.

“You said Red was here!” Marie yelled.

“Oh honey, she is.” Red’s father, Chandler, said pointing to the chicken.

“She said her contacts were hurting her so we put her out of her misery.” Denise said. “Ready to eat?”

Scaryforkids says: MegIz, this story had potential, but the ending was …. weird. It didn’t make sense. Maybe you could try working on this one a bit more?