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Source: Youngsters, Adults

Author: Laura Watson

Title: The Undertakers

I sunk my teeth into it’s waterproof skin. The intense flavoured juice ran down my chin. There was nothing like one of mum’s self-grown apples. I was sat perched on a rough branch over looking the neighbourhood, which was dotted with puddles from the night before. I heard the sounds of Sally’s heels clicking on the pavement and splashing in the puddles that strayed in her path. Her sunlight hair shone over the fence. Her heels clicked in a fast rhythm until the turning of the lock on the gate replaced it. The gate swung open and revealed a huge mischievous grin on an excited looking face. Sally was my best friend and although we were totally different in every way possible we were really close. She loved adventures while I would rather sit and read a book or play football and get covered in mud. Her blonde curly hair covered her pink face. She wore a denim skirt with a black halter neck top and huge black platform shoes. I reached down off my branch and jogged to see what she had done this time. I noticed a silver object in her hands but it wasn’t until I reached her that I noticed what it was. She held a brand new camera.

“Cool!” I exclaimed and reached for it eagerly. She moved rapidly and cried:

“In you’re dreams! This is only the most expensive camera ever! Knowing you, you’ll drop it!”

I pulled a face but I couldn’t blame her. I would break it for sure.

“I was thinking we could make a little film thing with it!” She grinned excitedly “A scary film.”

“Well… I don’t know” I answered. I always was a little scared of things like that.

“Come on!” she urged and started to make those horrible chicken noises like a little brother or sister would do. Speak of the devil, Jay-Dee, my evil little sister was charging out the house and getting ready to pounce on her prey.

“Hey, LOSERS!!!” she yelled and stormed up to us. Sally sighed knowing that whatever comment that was coming wouldn’t be pleasant.

“When you’ve finished kissing you’re girlfriend you can clean up the mess in the kitchen!”

“YUCK!” I cried when I heard her saying I was kissing Sally. “YUCK YUCK YUCK!!!”

I stopped realising what I had done.

“No offence” I muttered embarrassed.

“It’s O.k.” She whispered, “I was thinking the same thing!”

HEY! I thought but I decided not to say anything.

“Anyway, I didn’t make a mess in the kitchen!” I reported.

“That’s what you think, chicken!” Jay-Dee yelled and went back inside.

My blood boiled. I turned to Sally and said:

“Fine! We’ll do that film thing then”

“Great!” she grinned, “Meet you at the undertakers at midnight.”

“What!!!” I cried. But she had already gone.

 

I couldn’t get to sleep that night. I was thinking about what Sally was planning to do. I tossed and turned in my bed, until finally I was unable to move for the bed covers had tangled around my legs and trapped me in a cocoon. My feet soon began to sweat and stick to the bed sheets. I struggled free and looked at my alarm clock. 11:00pm. 1 more hour. I decided to do something to take my mind off things. I picked up my book and read a chapter. No matter how much I read. I couldn’t seem to get the idea out of my head. I sighed and put my book back in the bookcase, There was no point reading it if I wasn’t going to pay attention to it. 11:05pm, 55 minutes to go. I picked up my remote and flicked through the channels on the T.V. everything was a horror film. Well of course it was. It was in late hours of the night. I must have fallen asleep because I was woken by the loud beeping of my alarm clock. I leapt out of bed and whacked the alarm clock off sending it flying to the ground. It was silent. I gave a great sigh of relief. It was Midnight.

 

I gulped and thought for a minute. I didn’t have to go. I could tell Sally I forgot or got caught. She’s sure to forget anyway. Suddenly I remembered what she and Jay-dee had said to me later that day, calling me chicken. I had no choice. Anyway what kind of friend would let his best friend go walking around the undertakers at midnight by herself? I had decided. I was going. Pulling on a top, I tiptoed out my room to the stairs. I could hear mum snoring from her room. I was kind of weird having a mum who snored and not a dad but it wasn’t as if anyone was here. I crept down the stairs and out the back door in the cold winters night.

 

It only seemed two minutes since I was asleep in my nice warm bed, not worrying about what Sally was doing. I arrived at the cemetery and shivering I climbed through the open window Sally had left open for me. This was stupid, scary and maybe dangerous! Why did I even come? Suddenly the light-bulb which once glowed faintly in the stuffy room flickered and went out. Great! I thought panicking. I was afraid of the dark. Then a pale white hand grabbed my shoulder and squeezed. I screamed out loud at the top of my voice.

“Ssshhh! Be quiet. You’ll wake them!” Sally whispered pointing at the open coffins. I bit my lip to stop myself screaming.

“Go on, touch it!” she urged pointing her camera at me. I couldn’t do that! But everyone will call me chicken I thought hopelessly as I approached an open coffin. I had to do it… I reached out to touch his hand. It was silent. Suddenly he shot up in his coffin making me scream and ripping the sleeve of my jumper.

 

I woke up in my bed. Was it just a dream? I looked around to see my pyjamas screwed up on the floor and found myself wearing my jumper with a huge rip on my sleeve…



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