Hi, my name is Zack Froth. It's kind of a weird name, but I kinda like it. It brings me attention. The bad kind. I have no friends, I'll have to admit. I'm a loner. I'm nine years old and I have a little sister named Kathy. Well, I used to have a little sister named Kathy. I don't really want to talk much about it, but now that I mentioned it, I might as well.
It was a Tuesday morning on Hillsville Avenue. My sister was outside riding her brand new bike on the sidewalk. I didn't know why she ran outside into the road, maybe she was over excited on the bike or she wasn't looking where she was going. Anyway, a truck, a large truck drove by and I saw fresh blood smeared over the side and on the front wheels. Probably a meat truck coming to sell us a product for a cheap pri.. . Wait, that isn't a meat truck. I noticed through the chunky, bright red blood was a worn out sign that advertised a sport store down the road. The driver was a man, given away by his light mustache and short, grayish hair. He seemed to be holding some object in his hand and started coming up the stairs. I realized what the object was, it was curved with two handles belonging to a "new bike."
I quickly opened the door, slamming it behind me revealing the grayish haired man.
He frowned with water in his eyes and then said, "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry."
The next day was a Friday. We've gone though our regular family routine, such as morning grace and setting the table. The day went by quickly leading on to Friday afternoon. We finished supper, our regular steak and with salad on the side. My mom and dad went out to play poker with the neighbours. I got ready for bed climbing up the stairs in a slow pace looking like a zombie. I felt a slight breeze on my face realizing the window wasn't closed though I specifically remember closing it before going to bed. A voice called out to me, first thinking It was my own thoughts then realizing it came from the living room. I came down the stairs hearing childish laughter surrounding me. As I walked in, I caught a slight glimpse a small human form riding a small red bike. "It's you!" I bawled out. I was happy and afraid at the same time. But at the first sight of her she rode away leaving me in sorrow.
I woke up. Sweating from head to toe, I slowly walked down the stairs toward the living room. Looking at the grandfather clock, I realized It was 12 o'clock at night. I looked toward the grandfather clock again as I saw a human shaped figure.
E.T., Grade Six
Upper Canada College Preparatory School