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It felt strange having to go to school at seven o'clock at night. But nonetheless, I still had to go.

"Mike, your dinner is ready!"

My mother screamed up the stairs. I made my way down the dark wooden stairs, with one hand on the velvet covered banister and the other hand brushing along mothers clean wall. I could feel all the seams in the black flowered wallpaper.

I jumped over the last two steps landing just around the corner from the kitchen. I saw my mother serving supper. I sat at my plate and scarfed my dinner down as fast as I could. I was exited about the sleep-over tonight.

After finishing my supper, I got my sleeping bag and pillow that were sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, waiting for me. I stuffed them in a duffle bag and ran out of the front door and down the street to the bus stop. I was old enough now that I could use the bus, but still young enough to get away with paying the student fee.
I've never been on the bus at this time of night before. I sat as far away from every one as I could. Their faces were old and tired; their hair was long and scraggly. Some of them looked clean but were grotesquely fat with drooling anorexic looking kids. They sat and stared at me with their one beady eye because the other eye was floating around inside their head.

I got off the bus as fast as I could, relieved that one of its stop's is right in front of my school. I walked up the school driveway. The forest looked more eerie than usual. Then again, everything looks kind of odd at night. My school wasn't very big; it only had one floor. As I approached the building, I could see the decrepid look of the red bricks.

The forest was thick and dark and it surrounded the building, except for the driveway in the front. Everyone believed it to be haunted. That's why no one was aloud out until the end of the day. No one is ever allowed out of the back-door. Neither the forest nor the things in it can get you because they had a ten-foot black chain link fence all around the forest. Joseph, my friend, and I are going to prove that the forest is not haunted, tonight at the sleep-over.

My classroom had light wood panelled walls with a slate chalkboard bolted to the wall at the front of the room. The floor was also wooden, stained a similar sawdust colour to that on the wall. The teachers desk is also at the front of the room, but in the corner near a window that looked out into the forest. All the children were wandering around talking to one another.

"Alright class, listen

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