The bell rang, it’s the end of fourth period in Lincoln School; Just as I’m rushing out of room 206, I bump into a garbage can right In the middle of the hallway! Someone must have been cleaning his or her locker. I’m going through the hallway as If I was being tackle by a football team. As I pass a window I see its sunny and that I will have a nice walk home. Finally I get out of the building, I’m free for about five hours… But then I notice that my best friend Karl is not here. Everyday we leave together but today she wouldn’t be ext to me, ” I wonder why? On the weekends we sleep at each other’s house, watch the scariest ghost movies and even wear blankets over ourselves with flashlights under them, to pretend we are the ghost, the best, and the greatest ones. Even though Karl and I don’t believe in ghosts or any other abnormal thing, we still play it. Then on the weekdays we switch clothing styles so our friends will think we buy the same outfits; sometimes we come to school so alike that it’s as if we spoke through our thoughts.
I decide to take the trip to her house, but she lives to the right of the school, the fastest way Is going around the school bulging. As I walk I see that the trees are calm, I feel being watch but with a comfort of safety, and there is no wind but a breeze now in then. It’s the perfect temperature not too hot or too cold, its spring. The little flowers next to the huge rocks are starting to blossom their way to the sun. They seem to open wide and develop a quick fluorescent color when I look at them as if Karl was saying, “Hal.
I see up ahead the baseball field, perfect triangle with the greenest and straightest grass where I hear the boys cheering for their teammate struggling to get to home base, “get In there,” the boy is still running, ” you’re almost there,” “homerun! ” As I make it closer to Karma’s house, I pass a creek. Although I know that the water in it is disgusting, today it looks pure and clear as the blue ocean, it seems to simultaneously have my best friend silhouette. However, it still brings peacefulness
In the sounds of the water making Its way down Its pass, and It has those different color flowers around it like it was decorated especially for it, to bring a little smile to my face. I arrive at Karma’s house. I see her mother’s car and lam sure she is home. I ring her doorbell and no one opens, I ring again and still no answer. I have been waiting for a few minutes, then finally her mother comes to the door, I see her face without make up but very pale, as If she seen a ghost.
Her blood shot eyes seem to about to drop an actual tear of blood. What’s wrong Mrs.. Beck? ” staring at me speechless. “Can I come in to see Karl? ” she began to cry and in a matter of second she broke down in sobs. ” Mrs.. Beck, what’s wrong? Please tell me,” yet she would not speak. “Um… Um… Um,” the only thing that escapes from Karma’s mom mouth. “Where’s Karl? ” I said. Then after struggling to find the words she Informs that my best friend Karl was In dress in black, Mrs.. Beck goes back in her house. In disbelief, I still wait.
I sit on the steps and remove my backpack and take out some pictures of Karl and l, s I am going through them I remember of the times we had around the creek and the adventures we make of ghosts. I feel cold, the air is becoming heavy and very windy, but the sun is bright as never before; I could actually see my shadow in front of me. I feel upset, but I don’t accept the fact of Karma’s death. The sun keeps shining bright, and as I am thinking of Karl I see a light shadow silhouette right next to mines, I close my eyes and picture it’s her. Then I hear, ” hi. ” At this moment I knew she was dead, and I strongly believe that ghost exist.