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NARRATIVE: Perfect Present or Don’t Trust Your Friends
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Perfect Present or Don’t Trust Your Friends
Written by Ira Stepanova, 11b
That was a calm summer day. Jim was thinking about things he wanted to do but suddenly the phone rang. He rushed to it, saw his friend’s name and happily answered. "Hey, Finn, what's up?" Silence answered him. "Finn?" Jim felt nervous, because his friend never phoned him by mistake. He decided to ask again. "Finn?" The moment became tense. But suddenly, "Yeah, yeah, I'm here, sorry", the atmosphere immediately became calmer. "Wow, you scared me. So, what's up?" "I'm calling you to ask if you fancy coming come to my country house at weekends." Jim clapped his hands and exclaimed “Obviously”.
The road to the destination wasn't long, but it took some time to find the right address. The house looked uninhabited. "Finn said the house was old, but I did not expect this," murmured Jim. In the silence of the street there was only the rustling of leaves. The wicket creaked and the guy shuddered.
Jim decided to call his friend. Suddenly he heard a loud ringtone coming from the house. The door wasn’t locked. “Finn?” whispered Jim. He didn't know why he couldn't force himself to yell. No answer. The phone was ringing from somewhere above. Usually at this time it was still light, but then it was cloudy, so Jim had to turn on the flashlight, climbing creaking staircase. The door was open. Jim quickly found the phone when he suddenly heard steps from behind. His heart was pounding loudly; he gazed gingerly into the corridor and noticed a shadow. Jim froze petrified and tried not to breathe. Suddenly, the sounds of howling wind and creaking door came from somewhere below. The shadow was gone. Jim tried to calm himself down, breathed deeply and only when his hands stopped shaking he quietly went towards the sound.
The window was open, and a child was staring at him from the street. She was dressed in old rags, her face was dirty. Jim stopped breathing. It seemed to him that he’d faint, because the child suddenly grabbed the frame and climbed up to him. "Oh, God!" was his last thought.
- SURPRISE!!
His friends were standing near the door. Jessica picked up the giggling girl. “Good job, dear!” Jim breathed deeply, clung to the wall and laughed hysterically. Finn grinned.
- Happy Birthday, Jim! – yelled his friends.
Suddenly the light turned off and Jim fainted.
He’ll wake up in a circle of friends. And won’t know what to do: breathe a sigh of relief or kill them all.