Friday, 28 April 2017

Diary


Literature, and poetry in particular, is often met with mixed feelings by teenagers. Sometimes, they think it's an old-fashioned form of writing which doesn't have a lot in common with their lives. To challenge that misconception, we have faced students with poems written by some of the best English poets of all time, and we have challenged the students to find a connection between themselves and the poems. We have done this by identifying the themes in each poem, and then, by linking them to current aspects of people's lives. 

The students were then required to produce a piece of writing based on or inspired by the classic poem of their choice. 

The following diary was written by Javier Martín, Ángela Menéndez, Bárbara Recio and Alexandra de Witte.


September 1st
Dear Diary,
I’ve just returned from my holidays in Iceland, it’s good to be back home. I still needed time to disconnect, so I went to the bar. Everything seemed to be as usual but then I met Ezra. I’ve never clicked with someone as I did with him. We have so many things in common! We spent over an hour talking about how much we both love literature. We kissed and then…


Sepetmber 9th
Dear Diary,
Today was the first day of school, my senior year begins. You won’t believe what happened! I was entering my literature class when I saw there was a new teacher. Everyone was so excited about him, but for me it couldn’t be worse…It was him! He was also pretty surprised. We stared awkwardly at each other for about a minute, but then we had to act as if nothing had happened. It was quite an intense day…


September 16th
Dear Diary,
It has been a week since the first day of school and Ezra hasn’t talked to me yet. When we are in class he doesn’t even look at me! I don’t know if it is because I don’t matter to him or because we have to pretend we don’t know each other. I can’t stand this situation anymore. I’ve decided to talk to him face to face tomorrow.


September 20th
Dear Diary,
I’ve been so busy lately I forgot to tell you what happened the other day after I finally talked to Ezra. We came to the most logical solution, leave things like they should be: a relationship only as a teacher with his student. I was a little sad because I really liked him, but I had hope things were going to get better. It looks like my hope became true because today he asked me to get together after school with the excuse of talking about my work.


October 20th
Dear Diary,
I know I have been absent for a whole month but my head has been somewhere else. I feel like in cloud nine, I couldn’t be happier. It’s been two weeks since Ezra and I started dating. I hope everything stays as good as it is.


November 15th
Dear Diary;
We’ve been dating for over a month and a half. Things are more serious now, but it’s been difficult hiding it from my friends and family. This has become quite the problem because we can barely go out of his apartment. Although today it was different as it is my birthday! He took me to a fancy restaurant. Everything was going great until my friends showed up. I’m sure this is going to change our situation from now on, but I still don’t know how to face it, especially the issue concerning my friends.


November 18th
Dear Diary,
I am very upset, because it has been my first big fight with Ezra, and I’m not sure if we will be able to get over it. Everything was because of this stupid privacy. After my friends saw us in the restaurant, we discussed the possibility of telling them. I was really looking forward to sharing it with them, as they are my main support, and I was getting tired of keeping it all to myself. But when I proposed it to him, he lost his temper to the point when he started to scare me. I didn’t have the intention of accepting it, as it was a problem that really concerned me, so I stood up against him. The argument got out of control. I don’t have much hope of solving things between us. I wish none of this had ever happened.


December 24th,
Dear Diary,

Today is Christmas Eve, but I cannot focus on the good spirit of this holiday, as it has been more than a month since I broke up with Ezra and I last talked to him. It has been a very difficult time for me and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get over him 100%. The most annoying and upsetting thing of all, is that I can’t talk to anyone about it, all because of the stupid extra privacy. But at least I was able to express my feelings writing this poem inspired by my experience in this relationship.

When we two parted
  In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
  To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,         
  Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
  Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
  Sunk chill on my brow—  
It felt like the warning
  Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
  And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,  
  And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
  A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
  Why wert thou so dear?  
They know not I knew thee,
  Who knew thee too well:
Long, long shall I rue thee,
  Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—  
  In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
  Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
  After long years,
How should I greet thee?
  With silence and tears.

Wednesday, 26 April 2017

My heart will go on

Literature, and poetry in particular, is often met with mixed feelings by teenagers. Sometimes, they think it's an old-fashioned form of writing which doesn't have a lot in common with their lives. To challenge that misconception, we have faced students with poems written by some of the best English poets of all time, and we have challenged the students to find a connection between themselves and the poems. We have done this by identifying the themes in each poem, and then, by linking them to current aspects of people's lives. 
The students were then required to produce a piece of writing based on or inspired by the classic poem of their choice. 

Claudia Prieto, Sofía Pérez and Regina Salazar wrote a poem inspired by the following sonnet by Edmund Spenser:

Amoretti LXXV
Edmund Spenser (1552-1599)


One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.


"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eke my name be wiped out likewise."

"Not so," (quod I) "let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your vertues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name:
Where whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew."


This is the poem written by our students on the themes of love and immortality:

MY HEART WILL GO ON


It’s been 84 years since his name drowned in you, harsh sea
since your waves washed away the only thing that mattered to me.
Everything that one day was, vanished with your foam
vain sea, why couldn’t you just have let us be?


Everything felt so real back then,
that it seems like you never left my side.
A mortal thing so to immortalize
that my love for you rises, like the moon helps the tide.


I refuse to accept the fact that you’re gone
and I know the eternal moon will bring us back together,
our memories are what makes my heart go on

and as your gaze, our love will last forever.

Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Project: ATOM

Literature, and poetry in particular, is often met with mixed feelings by teenagers. Sometimes, they think it's an old-fashioned form of writing which doesn't have a lot in common with their lives. To challenge that misconception, we have faced students with poems written by some of the best English poets of all time, and we have challenged the students to find a connection between themselves and the poems. We have done this by identifying the themes in each poem, and then, by linking them to current aspects of people's lives. 
The students were then required to produce a piece of writing based on or inspired by the classic poem of their choice. 

In this story, our students have used a Shakespearean sonnet as a springboard for a futuristic tale.

Written by Pablo Aznar, Alejandro Álvaro and Jaime López.

In the year 2617, human robotic technology has reached its peak in matters of advance and innovation. Robots are now essential in our daily lives, taking part in every aspect of it. Thanks to new AI technology, robots are becoming more and more independent from humans, being capable of thinking by themselves in some cases. Tecnicrea Enterprises, global leaders in robotics, with the collaboration of their head engineer and leader of the R&D department William Shakespeare, descendant of the famous writer, poet and playwright, are now developing an AI capable of being completely independent by thinking and acting by itself without human interaction or management. This project is called PROJECT: ATOM.


Diary of PROJECT: ATOM by William Shakespeare


Diary of William Shakespeare. 2.4.2617


The main development of the AI has been successfully completed after months of work, and has been attached to a robotic corpse of humanoid shape. This new AI is being tested in various situations and showed some programming errors. Further improvements in mobility and error and bug fixes are required.


Diary of William Shakespeare. 4.4.2617
The AI has finally finished his primary brain development and started to talk and make questions to itself, well…. himself now.
  • Recording of conversation
    • ATOM: Mr. William can I ask you a question?
    • W.S: Just call me William. Of course, you can ask.
    • ATOM: I would like to know what my name is, William?
    • W:S: Your name is ATOM.
    • ATOM: And why that name?
    • …...
By asking why that name, he reminded me of a three year old asking his parents questions. He has also started to learn, and shows an astonishing ability to learn from every situation.


Diary of William Shakespeare. 8.6.2617
After months of tests and experiments, ATOM is now reacting to specific situations just like a human being would: improvising. He has also started to interact with various humans, apart from me, and also other robot companions in different situations.
He is now learning from our history and culture and is always asking questions about it. Luckily for me, a professional in human history helps me answer those questions caused by curiosity.


Diary of William Shakespeare. 15.8.2617
He has finally finished his ‘history class’ and when ending it he asked me
  • Recording of conversation
    • ATOM: William, why can human cruelty reach such levels? And afterwards make beauty and love?
    • W.S: Never doubt humans in terms of cruelty. We can be cruel and kind and switch from one to the other in a matter of seconds.
At the same time as he was learning about our history, he also learned about writers and philosophers such as Kant, Aristotle and other important thinkers. And just like a philosopher would do, he started asking deeper questions about his life and purpose in it, just like a human being does in his midlife crisis.
  • Recording
    • ATOM: Why have I been created?.... What have I been created for?..... Why am I here?....... Am I doing the things I should?
    • W.S: My dear ATOM, there is only one being in the universe that can answer those questions…
    • ATOM: WHO IS HE? I NEED ANSWERS
    • W.S: Only you can.

Diary of William Shakespeare. 30.11.2617
The part of the project of developing feelings has now started and after showing ATOM various videos, films and books he questioned me about them.
  • Recording of conversation
    • ATOM: William, why do people cry? How does it feel?
    • W.S: There are several reasons why somebody would cry: happiness, sadness, euphoria…  love…
    • ATOM: And what is love, WIlliam?
    • W.S: Let me answer you that question with a sonnet written by one of my ancestors… Someone sang it to me when I was little and lovesick, this is how it goes...
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
  If this be error and upon me proved,
  I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

    • ATOM: Is that a tear I see running down your face?
    • W.S : May I ask you the same, my dear ATOM?

The Tragic Love Story of Byron

Literature, and poetry in particular, is often met with mixed feelings by teenagers. Sometimes, they think it's an old-fashioned form of writing which doesn't have a lot in common with their lives. To challenge that misconception, we have faced students with poems written by some of the best English poets of all time, and we have challenged the students to find a connection between themselves and the poems. We have done this by identifying the themes in each poem, and then, by linking them to current aspects of people's lives.
The students were then required to produce a piece of writing based on or inspired by the classic poem of their choice.

The story below was inspired by the following poem by Lord Byron:

When we two parted 
   In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted 
   To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, 
   Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold 
   Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning 
   Sunk chill on my brow-- 
It felt like the warning
   Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken, 
   And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken, 
   And share in its shame.

They name thee before me, 
   A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me--
   Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee, 
   Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee, 
   Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met--
   In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget, 
   Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee 
   After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
   With silence and tears.
This is the story:

The Tragic Love Story of Byron

By: Alicia Donoso, Andrea Muñoz, Loreto Niño and Marta Rubio

Byron was sitting at the bar of his favourite pub, which he was visiting too much. His glass was getting emptier and emptier, at the same time as his heart. It had become an iceberg- he didn’t think he was capable of feeling again. His lover was on her way to Australia, where she would meet her fiancé. She had abandoned him without even saying goodbye.

He was thinking about the moment of his return to his personal prison, where his wife would welcome him with her false and cold personality. Their marriage was bound for disaster right from the beginning. Divorce wasn’t an option as half of his company would be for his wife; and if he desired anything more than his own happiness, this would be making more money.

TWO YEARS LATER

Byron could no longer stand the situation. He had to get rid of the only thing that kept him attached to his wife-his company. He would sell it for the best price he could get and he would finally sign the divorce papers to be free, at last. He found the perfect buyer while on a business trip to Australia. Finally, the evening when he would buy his freedom had come. He had organised an event to celebrate the sale, he had invited some investors and the future owner of his company. He had to stay positive. It would be the last event in which he would have to pretend that his marriage was perfect.

Just as he arrived, he approached the buyer, who was accompanied by his wife. Just a few metres apart, he noticed something- that scent, that voice, that face wasn’t new to him. When he saw the look of perplexity on the face of the woman that had once been his lover, he realised he wasn’t living an amazing dream. The person who was just a few steps away was the woman who had stolen his heart and taken it to the end of the world, and now, by some dictation of destiny, had met him again that night.

He apologized with the excuse of going to the bathroom, and when he was there he wrote down the idea that had come to his mind on a paper napkin, which he slipped inside the bag of his beloved at the first opportunity. He watched her all night, aware of her every movement, until he saw her take the napkin out. Shortly after that she went out to the balcony to take some fresh air. That was his chance. He met her under the stars and both decided to run away, because they had never stopped loving each other.

At dawn, the couple took a flight bound for Menorca, where they would celebrate being able to be together in the end. However, a great threat loomed over them, as their spouses carefully planned their revenge.

Byron and his beloved were on the beach, celebrating their first month of freedom with an intimate, candlelit dinner. When they took the first bit, they lost consciousness… those who they had left had poisoned their food.


Their love had left them to disaster… and their short freedom could not be enjoyed. 



Saturday, 29 October 2016

THE PERFECT DAY- by Jara Paredes and Blanca Villacorta

Here's another story in our Halloween series. This story is the result of a creative writing project in which our students were asked to write a horror story set at our school, transforming our safe surroundings into unsettling places where the creepiest, most dangerous things could happen. 

Exams might be the least of your worries if you had a day like this... 

THE PERFECT DAY



7:30 am. The alarm clock was ringing. I woke up, like every day. I had breakfast and I went to brush my teeth, it was only one more normal day. I went downstairs to ask my mum what we were going to do in the afternoon, but she didn't answer. I supposed she was worried about work, she looked sad. I walked to the bus station. The bus was picking me at 8.30, and I was five minutes late.

When I arrived, the bus had already left, it couldn't be! As an alternative, I took the underground, which was full. Lots of businesspeople were running one way and another, talking on their phones, pushing me. Suddenly, somebody bumped into me and I lost my balance, falling down. This couldn't get worse. I got angrier as nobody even stopped to help me. Finally, I got into the carriage.

I had an exam first period and everything was happening so slowly, I only hoped I would arrive in time for the exam but they were only hopes. I managed to roll in La Moraleja, where my school was. I was only 10 minutes walking distance away so I decided to take a break and sat down. I took my notes out of my backpack to revise for the exam, I wasn't feeling very comfortable. Mr. Evans was going to give us a difficult exam, I was sure.

I saw Charles running to school, he was also late so I decided to call his name. He turned around in order to find out who was shouting for him. He saw me and he smiled at me, so I walked in his direction.


We finally arrived in school. Everybody was in class, the playground was empty. We went up to where our classroom was and we knocked on the door. We went in. Everybody was focused on their tests, I sat down at the only empty desk left and Mr.Evans gave me the exam paper. At first sight, it looked easy, Mr Evans was being generous. Obviously, he was only being so with the first exercise. I managed to answer all the exercises even though I knew I was going to fail. I gave the exam paper back to the teacher...he looked at me with a sarcastic smile and he asked me:

“Have you studied for the exam?”

“Of course, but I am feeling really nervous and I think I won't pass”, I answered

“Let's see when I give you your results.”


After this strange conversation I moved my desk back to its usual place. My classmate Tom asked me how I had done in the exam and I got ready for the next class: we were going to go up to the laboratory, I was really excited about it because we were going to dissect a cow’s heart, I hadn't done it before! We went upstairs, it was very cold even though we were inside. I rubbed my hands in order to create heat between them. They were cold, really cold. Tom lent me his gloves and we went into the laboratory. 


I had never seen a cow’s heart, I had never seen something dead. A chill travelled through my body. From my feet to my ears. The teacher, Mrs. Robinson told us not to touch anything as it was really dangerous. I sat down with Lily-she was really good at biology so she could help me. We started by cutting from up to down dividing the cold dead heart into two pieces. Blood was gushing out and my hands were getting red. I started feeling a little bit lightheaded, I had never thought that this could happen to me. Supposedly, I wasn't the typical girl afraid of this kind of things. Mrs.Robinson advised me to go out, take a deep breath and relax so I decided to follow her advice and went down to the playground. 

Nobody was on it. Crows were flying surrounding the school as if they were searching for a dam. I lay down and I started watching the sky. It was grey, it was going to rain. A thunderbolt rumbled inside me. I could hear little boys shouting. But … they were shouting for help. I sat up and searched for them… but no one was there. I was only really lightheaded. I lay down again. The crows were flying, two of them were also on the ground. I could feel heat from the ground… I was feeling even worse. It was 15 minutes since I had left the lab so I decided it was time to return. 

I went upstairs, this time it was warm so I took off my jacket and I entered the classroom. It was empty… where could they all be? I went all over the hall… nobody was there.I started feeling really distressed, I couldn't find them. I went downstairs, shouting the names of my classmates, with no answer when suddenly a door opened by itself. I entered. 

The room was burnt. Ashes were falling from the ceiling, I couldn't understand anything. I turned around and I saw it. I saw my name written in a headstone with flowers surrounding it. Time stopped. I closed my eyes and I could feel it, I remembered it...

7:30 am, the alarm clock was ringing. I woke up like every day, I had breakfast and I went to brush my teeth. I thought it was only one more normal day but actually, it wasn't. I went to school, I greeted Tom and I went into the classroom. Mr Evans was there, with his typical old shoes and his black tie. Everything was working out until it happened. A big fire crossed the windows leaving us in a circle without a way out, provoking big shouts and screams from all students. I started feeling really bad, smoke was invading me without letting me breathe, I turned around and I heard firefighters coming but I knew it was too late.

I opened my eyes with tears in my cheeks,Tom appeared and grabbed my hand.

“Now you assume it, don't you?” he asked me.

“I guess…”

“Don't worry. Now you can calm down.”

Suddenly, Tom disappeared. But... I couldn't calm down...why me? It was unfair, I wanted revenge so I decided to stay at school. Nowadays, I'm still waiting for the perfect day. The perfect day for your death.

UNTIL DAWN- by Morganne de Witte and Marcos del Burgo

Here's another story in our Halloween series. This story is the result of a creative writing project in which our students were asked to write a horror story set at our school, transforming our safe surroundings into unsettling places where the creepiest, most dangerous things could happen. 

There's a reason why kids are asked to go home after school, and if you knew it, you would never stay longer than necessary... 
UNTIL DAWN

It was a cold rainy day. I remember exactly how it all started. We were all at school, it was late and we missed the bus. We were waiting for our parents, Blanca, Jara, Marcos, Javi and I. Suddenly Javi broke the awkward silence:


“Guys, I left my Maths book in class!” Javi said. 

“Me too,” Blanca cried. 

Javi looked towards the school building. “Let’s go back to get them”, he suggested. 

Finally, we all went with them. We sneaked up the stairs, crossing a barely illuminated corridor. We were surprised when we saw the door open. As we entered, it closed. Then I realised we were locked in. A drop of sweat ran down my forehead. We tried to open the door, it was impossible. I screamed. High, very high despite the fact that no one could hear us. We panicked. We started looking for something that could set us free. While I was looking for something to unlock the door, my sight stumbled upon an old box. A shiver ran down my spine. This box had something that frightened me. However, I opened it. Inside the box there was a board with crimson red letters and a cracked glass covered in dust. I took a closer look , I didn’t know what it was. I asked with a trembling voice:

“What is this ? I’ve never seen it before” I asked.

“I have no idea” Blanca answered.

“Me neither” added Jara.

“If I were you I wouldn’t touch it, my grandfather had one” Marcos said.

“Why?” Blanca asked.

“It’s said that this artifact summons the spirits of the undead and brings the misery and pain from them”, he narrated.

“That’s rubbish, let’s play until someone finds us” said Jara.

“No way, I’m not playing with that thing” cried out Javi.

Jara, without listening to what Javi said, placed the board on a table. We all sat down. I noticed a strange feeling invading the place, it was colder and darker. We were all afraid. Then Javi said: “Guys, I really don’t want to play”. 

“ You’re such a coward” Jara said.

“Ok, ok…” whispered Javi in an insecure tone.

We all placed our fingers on the cracked glass. I was shaking in fear when Jara raised her voice: “Are there any spirits in here?”. No one moved, but the glass did. While it was moving we all screamed.

“Stop it Jara, it’s not funny” Javi shouted.

“I’m not doing anything” Jara replied-

The glass described a path to form the word yes. I couldn’t continue playing after that. I stood up, moving my finger away from the glass. It stopped moving. Then, nothing happened. Jara asked a lot of questions, none of them received an answer. After a while, she stopped trying. We were tired and it was 2 a.m. We lay on the floor trying to sleep, but I couldn’t. I was too scared. I saw a shadow flickering on the other part of the classroom, maybe, just my imagination but then I heard a creaking sound… 

We all stood up and searched for the source of the sound. My worst fears were coming true, the cracked glass was moving.

“Wanna play a game?” appeared on the board.

Nobody answered. We were petrified. Then the glass started moving again. 

“ Wanna play a game?” appeared again

And again, no one answered. Suddenly, every single object in the room started moving. Books flying, pictures falling down and windows opening. After a few seconds it all stopped. We all looked around in complete silence. The only thing that was making noise was the rain. 

After 10 minutes, Marcos tried to find something to talk about: “It’s started raining, have you noticed?”

“Am I the only one that heard something?” Said Blanca, ignoring Marcos.

“I heard it too, Jara was it you?” replied Marcos.

“ I swear it wasn't me” 

The lights went off and again someone whispered “ Do you want to play a game?” . 

When the lights went on again I was alone. I was so confused and scared I started screaming for help. “Where did my friend go?” 

The lights went off, this time I spent 5 minutes alone crying in the dark. Only half of the lights went on this time. “Peek-a-boo” I heard again. I turned and saw the ghost, then I woke up.

When I woke up I heard again a strange voice. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. When I got to bed again, peek-a-boo, I saw the ghost again.

DIARY OF A DEAD BOY- by Javier Muñiz and Andrea Bragado


Here's another story in our Halloween series. This story is the result of a creative writing project in which our students were asked to write a horror story set at our school, transforming our safe surroundings into unsettling places where the creepiest, most dangerous things could happen. 

Imagine you find your signature at the end of a diary... now imagine you can't remember writing that diary... 

Diary of a dead boy 


It was a Friday afternoon and, like everybody else I was very excited about the weekend. The bell rang and Ricky and I ran to the school bus. I was just about to get on the bus when I realized that I had forgotten my computer on my desk so I went back to my classroom to get it.


While I was walking through the hall, I suddenly saw something strange. I didn't want to get into trouble so I ignored it. I entered the class and I only could think of the thing I had seen before but I just needed to get my computer and leave. The computer was on my desk so I took it, and when I was going to leave the classroom the door suddenly closed. At first I thought it was the wind but then I realized that it wasn’t a windy day. Then I thought of David, he likes pulling pranks on us, but when I called him so that he would open the door, he told me that he was at home already. It was at this moment I knew I had seen something I shouldn't have seen. I rushed to the door to see if someone was there but the hall was empty. I was starting to panic at this moment, I tried to call my parents but there was no service. I started to move around the room to search for service, when I finally got a signal my phone died.


I was waiting for someone to open the door, when I suddenly saw a shadow, I shouted so that he could hear me but he walked in the other direction. I thought that he hadn’t heard me. He looked back at me and then I realised something was wrong with him... he had a very strange look: his eyes were red, his hair was dirty and his clothes were ripped. He was carrying a bag. He suddenly dropped it and he started running towards me. When I realised what was going on it was too late.


The man was hitting and scratching the door to open it. I didn’t have any way to exit and I was getting really nervous… But then I looked at the windows and I thought of jumping off to escape. At first it seemed like a crazy idea but I realised it was my only hope. He had finally managed to enter the room, so I jumped off and landed on the dining room roof. As soon as I landed I got up and ran to the stairs to get down. I looked up to the window and the man wasn't there. 


When I finally got down from the roof I heard a noise. It was my girlfriend, Sally. I started to look for her. I searched in the gym, in the staffroom and in the cleaning room, but there was no trace of her. While I was looking for her I saw the silhouette of a girl in the bathroom. I wanted to enter to see if the silhouette was Sally’s but I was feeling wary because it was the girls’ bathroom and I'm not a girl. I was standing in front of the door. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door. To my surprise, there was no one there: I was all alone. For a second I thought it was an illusion, but then I heard it again. I was getting really frustrated because I was hearing things but I couldn't see anything. I thought I was going crazy. 


After a few minutes thinking about the whole situation, I realised that if it was real I had to solve the mystery. I created a plan search for her: first, I would look for the kidnapper and then I would look for Sally. I had finished searching a couple of rooms when I realised that it was night time. I had to find her before it was too late. I ran to the playground and there she was… she was tied with ropes in the center of the basketball court. I went to get her out of there, she had scratches and even some wounds. I untied her and asked her what had happened but she was too scared to talk about it. We ran to the bathroom to talk and to see if she was ok. After she had calmed down, she told me everything that had happened. She explained that the weird-looking man was the janitor and that he was possessed by the teachers. 


While we were talking, the man came into the bathroom and tried to kill us. We escaped and hid in the gym. It wasn't the best place to hide from a murderer but it was the only place we could think of. When Sally and I thought there was no one watching, I told Sally to run as fast as she could and to never look back. This was the most terrifying moment, it was the time when everything could go wrong. We started running. Sally was ahead of me, we were almost at the school gates when suddenly something grabbed my leg. I turned back and the man was standing behind me. I closed my eyes and realised there was no escape, that that was how my life was going to end.


Suddenly I woke up. I was lying down on my couch. I could hear my mom talking, and she didn't seem to be scared of what had happened so I walked up to her and asked her. She either didn´t hear me, or she was ignoring me. I raised my arm and tried to touch her, but my arm passed through her body. I asked myself if I was still sleeping but I wasn't. The past day had never existed, like me.



These are the last pages from the diary I have found under my couch.I don't know why it was there or what it means. I just know the person who wrote it is Peter Stangle. But that can’t be true.




I'm Peter Stangle.