Author: MyChemicalDream PM
Mysterious dissapearings cause a boy and his friends to search for the truth of Emerald Isalnd.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,454 - Updated: 12-08-12 - Published: 05-21-12 - id: 3024510
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This a story that I have been writing at school, I hope that you like it:D Please review! This will only be updated at school so if I dont update for a while I am sorry:( i hope you enjoy:D
It all started a couple of months ago, school had started and I was the new student again, it seems like every year mom gets married and then divorced again. And every time she gets divorced she says "I never liked this town anyway, come on Jake well go to a better place and we'll be better off." It's not that I don't love my mom it's just that, I'm tired of her saying that 'we'll be better off', I already had friends and I was getting used to life there, but since were "better off" not being there I will try to make the best of where I am now. Where am I exactly? Well on the map if you squint your eyes real tightly and look close you'll see a little place called Emerald Island. The grass is green, the air is clean, and there is so many things you can do it's not even funny. But something strange has been happening recently. Lately all the animals have been disappearing. There blaming it on the teenagers saying that since were "hormone crazy" we'll do anything. Seriously "hormone crazy" what the fudge? At the time people thought that that was the most reasonable answer to the disappearances, but just the other day our neighbor's daughter went missing. I don't think that they could blame it on the teens now 'cause last time I checked all the teens here were mentally sane. I think that the answer to all these disappearing have something to do with the man that lives down the block. He never leaves his house, but he sees everything. Whenever I pass by his house, I feel like I being watched. The air grows cold, and the wind starts to howl. That house is everything but normal. Sometimes I can see him from my room; he stares out the window at the kids in the street. He'll stay there for hours, watching the children go up and down the streets with their scooters and skateboards. When I leave in the morning for school, he's there, when I come home from school he is still there peering through the curtains of his run-down house.