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What If chp 3……..

Jason watched confusedly as the other boy got off him. He didn’t really understand how the other boy had got there in the first place… had he jumped? But that then why was he so unhappy about it? Jason came to the conclusion that the other must have fallen.

He stared as the other boy stood up and plonked himself ungracefully into the seat next to him. The other boy was giving him a narrow-eyed look. Jason tipped his head to the side at the other. He jumped as the male began shouting at him.

“WHAT THE FUCK’RE YOU DOIN’ IN MY SEAT?! THIS IS MY FUCKI N’ SEAT RETARD! CAN’T YOU READ?!!” Jas

What If? ch 6…….
Jason stared at him for another minute or two; the loss of the other’s concentrating creeping into his mind in a slow shuffle. When it finally clicked, he hopped off his stool and scanned the room, drawers with paper sticking out, shelves filled with random objects; pans, broken bottles, plants and the windowsills stacked with artwork, colourful and homely, blaring against the bright white walls.

Bending down, he sifted through a paper-stacked drawer, his fingers snatching up a large creamy sheet, and his other hand slid into another drawer, pulling out a box of charcoal sticks. Turning back to the desk, the tall boy rega

What If? Chapter 1The camp had been the last straw. Pamela could take no more.

Her son Jason, her only, her pride and joy, had almost died by the hands of those stupid bullying children. And those councillors, ignorant, so forgetful, they shouldn’t have left her autistic child alone, not for even a minute!

Fury rushed through her. They all deserved to pay. But now was not the time, she had to pack the last bags into her truck; she couldn’t stay here, not where her son was in so much danger. She was leaving, moving to a town named Springwood. She had found work there and it paid a good wage.

Pam hated to confuse her teenage son with such a large ch

What If? ch 8It had been two days since the detention and Jason was in the middle of his English class, the teacher droning on and on in Shakespeare slang, her voice slow and creaky, like some flattened thing, determinedly dragging itself across the floor with it’s fingers.

He hesitantly raised his hand, his bladder bursting. She paused in her dramatic and stimulating monologue to smile and nod her head at him. Picking up his bag he hurried to get the hall pass she was holding out to him, stumbling a little halfway, giggles erupting from the class. He grabbled with the doorknob, forgetting the way it turned in his haste. More people laughed at him.

What If? ch 4After visiting the nurse’s room, Jason and Freddy sat side by side outside the principal’s office. Freddy yawned in a bored manner, lounging on the uncomfortable red plastic seats, he was used to this; he’d spent most of his school time outside the principal’s office. He shot a look at the taller boy and his eyes widened.

Jason was trembling, rocking back and forth in the seat, his face contorted with fear. Freddy stared at him and at the sight of tears creeping from the other’s large eyes, he cringed. Reaching out a hand, he gently prodded the other boy. “Hey… hey retard, stop cryin’... it ain’t

What If? ch 7Jason slumped dejectedly on his stool, his drawing sketch of Freddy and himself blurred from where his hand had brushed over it when he had reached forwards to touch the other earlier. What had happened? Why had Freddy run away? He felt his eyes sting with the salt of tears demanding their release.

The classroom door burst open. “Jason! Where’s my Jason?!” Pamela scanned the room frantically. Spotting her son, hunched over on a stool, she ran to him and hugged him tightly to her.

“Oh, honey… I’m so sorry about what happened today, if I’d known how dangerous the bus was I would have driven you myself! But d

What If? ch 9Pamela jumped as the phone rang in the office. Picking it up gingerly, she pressed it to the side of her face, mouth brushing the cold exterior briefly. Flicking her tongue quickly over it, she spoke into the phone, “hello?”

“Is this Mrs Voorhees?” the disembodied voice enquired in a bored drawl.

She cupped the receiver closer to her mouth. “Yes.”

“Mrs Voorhees, I am sorry to inform you that your son, Jason, was discovered to be missing from the grounds about 10 minutes ago when his English teacher reported he had been missing for an hour or so after being excused for the bathroom. As there is no record o

What If? ch 5…….
The day dragged for Freddy. Kids laughed and hit him with spit balls, he couldn’t walk down the hall without some moron trying to trip him, kick him, he was almost smashed into the lockers but Jason stopped that.

He had to admit he was surprised, he hadn’t expected the retard to come charging down the hall and to grab the punk by his throat, demanding firmly; “No, stop hurting!” The kid had freaked and ran. Freddy didn’t thank people, but he gripped Jason’s shoulder, flashing him a smirk he hoped looked at least slightly friendly.

He watched as the other gave him a nervous smile in return for his

What If? Chapter 3 part2Freddy clambered onto the school bus, now brimming with greasy, hormone-driven, idiotic teenagers. He looked to where he normally sat, at the front, so he didn’t have to sit behind any of his peers. Somebody was sitting in his seat.

At first he was just in shock, NOBODY sat in HIS seat. He almost couldn’t believe that there as somebody sitting there. But then he looked at the boy more closely. His face was pretty messed up, soft-looking blonde hair almost shoulder length, larger green eyes fixed on the seat in front of him, dark grey jumper, fair complexion, his arms clutched his bag to his chest. The other male barely moved.

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For my art project at school I am looking at the artwork of Stephen Gammell in 'Scary Stories to Tell in The Dark'.

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i read all three of those books, i luv you drawing! it looks just like the one from that story..that, i cant remember the name....idk some old lady and the body down the chimmney and crap....nice pic!