Story 2

     When I was twelve years old, I remember my school was surrounded by palm grove trees. My school was small and the river ran next to it. It was a normal school, just like any other school, but something weird happened one day. A teacher was murdered, but no one knew who committed the horrible crime. The individual that was murdered turned out to be the art teacher, or perhaps he pretended to be an art teacher. He always spoke of art history in such an attacking way while claiming he was an impressionist. He always wore leather hats with a feather hanging down from it. He liked to be called Silvador Dalli, but that was not his real name, his true name was Ahmed Mostafa. He was a tall, handsome, gentle individual who knew how to talk his way through almost anything. He was also curious, which may be the reason why he was murdered. 

     I remember coming to school that morning and finding half a dozen cop cars parked outside the school, and yellow tape surrounding the entire school; it was the crime scene. I have never witnessed something even remotely close to this, so I did not know how to react to such an event. I started shaking, but then saw something that caught my attention; it was the new "weird" kid, Peter. He was starring at the crime scene with a weird smile on his face, a smile of achievement. He noticed that I was looking at him and turned to look at me right away. He gave a stare that sent a shiver down my spine, but all I could do was to life the sides of my lips to smile. Then, while he was starring at me, I remembered the conversation I overheard between Peter and Mr. Mostafa, and the smile on my face faded, I turned around and started walking towards the cops. 

     But then I changed my mind. I was scared because of his creepy smile. I felt the smile on me and felt worried about my own safety. I ran home and locked the doors and hid. But then I heard a knock. It was Santa Claus, Peter the Rabbit, St. Valentine, Uncle Sam, and a little tiny leprechaun. I then woke up and realized it was all a dream. 

The End.