The Haunted Room

I held my breath and waited. I was sitting in an unfamiliar room with lots of posters and closets. I waited till somebody came. The room was locked and the key was lost. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the window fell open. The wind flew and papers flew like airplanes all around the room. A black cat came and ate the papers and posters. This cat hadn't eaten the whole paper it just chewed and dropped it. I screamed. I tried to call for help nobody heard me. Then all of a sudden, the closet opened a crack. A pencil was alive. It was huge! It had long sharp claws. I hid behind the door. The door slowly began to unlock. Nobody was standing outside in the doorway.

''Hello,'' said a voice.
''Who are you?'' I said shivering.
''I am the ghost of crime,'' replied the voice.
I stood there beside the door unable to speak.
''What do you want?'' I asked.
''Follow me,'' said the ghost. I followed him outside. He took me to a room full of old junk. The ghost took out a coin.
''Look at this, I heard about you playing with it,'' the ghost said showing me the coin.
''But I never touched it, I never came near it,'' I said.
''Well of course you have. One person I know saw you. You were playing 'heads and 'tails with it.''
Is he kidding me or something? I never touched that stupid coin, I thought. The ghost disappeared. I went back to my old room and thought things over. Suddenly a paper flew at me. It said,
'Huda has been using this gold coin since she started school. She took it to school with her and showed it to her friends. At break time she played 'heads and 'tails with it. Regards Ben Wenwolf, ghost of crime.' I went to my drawers and opened it. There was the coin Ben the ghost had been talking about. The ghost never appeared again. I took out the coin.
''This is mine now, I'm going to spend it as my money,'' I said to myself. So I took out my purse and placed the coin in.

The Invisibles

I woke up and I found out my whole body was gone. I tried to scream a sound came out. I couldn't believe it! What if my family are looking for me and they find out I'm indiscernible. If my voice is heard and they can't see where I am they'd feel scared and abscond.

But at least I could see something and hear everyone. I didn't know what to do. I saw a portrayal of myself so I remembered my body and began to cry. Suddenly I heard a scream. What was that?
It was my sister Khamael.
''Oh no, what happened to my little sister?''
''I'm here, I can't see myself either,'' I answered.
''Huda, where are you?'' I didn't know what was going on. Maybe something demonic might have happened to my body. Some devil might have cut my body off. Khamael ran and told mama and Ghadeer about what happened to my body.
''Mama, come to our bedroom now, I can hear Huda's voice but I can't see her anywhere!'' Khamael exclamined.
''What on earth is going on here?'' Baba asked. He was in his and Mama's room working on his computer.
''Huda has just vanished, we can hear her but we can't see her anywhere,'' Mama replied.
I cleared my throat and began to speak.
''Look everyone, I woke up and I also found out my body was gone. I can see and hear you. I saw a picture of myself, I wanted to cry so I did.''
Mama cried, Khamael cried, Ghadeer cried and even I cried. Baba wasn't crying but he looked like he was going to.

At night we went to the jam3a at Khalo's house. Everyone got dressed except me because my body was gone. My wardrobe fell open. My clothes were gone. I didn't take any of my clothes. I was wondering who it was. Only my perfume, books, glasses, bags and shoes were tangible. We all got to Khalo's house. Everyone was there on time. Khalo Hasan had noticed I was invisible. Everyone started noticing too.
So they asked about me.
''I'm here everyone, hello,'' I said.
''Oh no, where is she?''  they asked.
''Look, my daughter had woken up this morning and found out her body was gone. We can hear her but we can't see her anywhere,'' Mama answered.
''Poor Huda,'' Julan said sadily.
''How did she wake up like that?'' Khala Zainab asked.
''I don't know, I have no who took my sister's body,'' Ghadeer said.  They all started crying, even Zanooba cried, the cute little baby girl.
Everyone went to the table to eat dinner except me. I didn't feel like eating. But the food suddenly fell into my mouth.

I woke up the next morning. My body was back. I was visible again. I was so happy I jumped in my bed. Khamael was pleased to see me so she joined me in the bed so were both jumping like crazy. Ghadeer saw us and joined in too.

Huda throws a a tantrum

Narrator: One day Huda and Mama were in Borders, they were selling new novels and Mama wanted to buy a new Arabic novel. That was when this trouble began.
Huda: Mama, can I have this book called 'Sleepovers by Jacqueline Wilson', please?
Mama: No way 7abibti, you have so many books to read and I'm sorry this book is too expensive.
Huda: But mama(bursts into tears) WAAH,I WANT THIS JACQUELINE WILSON BOOK NOW!
Mama: NO!( all the kids laugh at Huda and Mama drags her out of the store and takes her to her room in their house, Huda is still bawling and wailing in her room).
Huda: NOW IT'S TO LATE,I CAN'T GET THAT JACQUELINE WILSON BOOK!( Khamael walks by, she has never seen Huda act like this before).
Khamael: What's wrong?
Huda: Mama said I threw a lot of tantrums and I never got this Jacqueline Wilson book.( Mama comes in)
Mama: Huda, this is your final warning,we're going to take a trip to the bookstore again tomorrow. This time you're going to be on your best behaviour, promise?
Huda: I promise.
Narrator: The next day Mama and Huda go to Magrudy's. Huda spots a book.
Huda: Mama, can I have this book called 'Lola Rose' by Jacqueline Wilson this time, pleeease?
Mama: No! I told you have too many books to read.
Huda: But(starts crying again), WAAAH,I WANT THAT JACQUELINE WILSON BOOK,PLEEEASE!
Mama: Huda please, cut it out,you promised  yesterday you'd behave.
Huda: BUT MAMA!( the same kids laugh at her again, Mama drags her out of the store and she is sent to her room again).
Mama: I AM REALLY DISAPPOINTED HUDA BY YOUR BEHAVIOUR. YOU BROKE YOUR PROMISE!( Huda is still sobbing).
Mama: Tonight we're going to the majlis, your punishment is that you can't go with  us and no Tv for a week.
Huda: WHAT? THIS IS SO UNFAIR,YOU DON'T EVEN CARE ON WHAT I WANT!
Mama: I do care 7abibti, but I don't want to waste my money buying you each book every day( Huda still disagrees, she stops crying).
Narrator: At night Mama,Khamael and Ghadeer got dressed and they went to the majlis so Huda was left alone in the house. She was very sad and bored. Mama had given her chores to do which is washing the dishes,cleaning and making the beds. Huda was soon finished with her chores.
Narrator: The next week Huda's punishment was over. She can watch tv. She was happy and free at last.
Mama: Huda, dress up,we're going out to the restraunt then we'll go to the bookstore to buy you the book that you wanted, happy now?(Huda nods her head in agreement and jumps in her bed in excitement).
Narrator: At last Huda got the book that she wanted which is 'Lily Alone by Jacqueline Wilson'. They finally went to the restraunt and ate a yummy meal.

Lonely Birthday

Hi,my name is Alex and I'm turning 8 tomorrow so I'm going to have a birthday party and I will invite all of my friends so now I'm writing invitations.
I have a sister called Alice who's only 4. She's really brutal to me and I abominate her because she's really annoying and I'm absent-minded and can't do my homework with her around. My mum and dad don't really care about my birthday and they make me wear damp clothes to every party.

''Mom,I can't wear this stupid jacket everyone will laugh at me,'' I whined.
''Don't worry Alex,it'll look fine on you,'' Mum replied.
''But mom-''
''Don't argue with me,now do as you're told!''
I really hate it when my mom makes me wear clothes to school that are incompatible. We live in Crown City and our school is called the Mighty Mountain Elementary School. My best friends are Maria,George,Jenna and Fern. But I really hate Arthur,Molly and Shelley. They're bullies and I hate Shelley the most because he is a big bully and always gives me a big punch. I gave my invitaions to all of my classmates.
They looked at the invitations then at me. They were debatable either to go or not.
''Well,well,well,now we've got a birthday boy here who's having a birthday party tomorrow,'' said Arthur.
''I'm sorry Alex,but we've got two parties to go to,'' said Maria.
''What? I'm not going to those parties anyway and it's my birthday so you should come!'' I cried.
George and Jenna felt sorry for me.
''We're sorry,but your house is too far,'' said George.
Fern shook her head and said I should just spend my time alone.

My family don't care about me and they haven't bought me any presents and there's no cake. I sat there lonely and sang 'Happy Birthday' to myself. I burst into tears because no one loves me and cares about me. I read a book and played with my toys.

The next morning I woke up and hurried to school.
''Hey Arthur, look, there's this birthday boy again,'' sneered Shelley.
They both laughed then Molly came in and was involved too.
''Hey birthday boy, did you have a nice party,'' teased Molly.
''Of course not,'' I answered furiously.
''I hope you didn't sneak out of your house and buy presents for yourself then you'll be in big trouble,'' said Arthur.
I waved to my friends. They were abashed for not coming to my birthday party.
They did a surprise party for me and I felt captivated because I never had this fun party before.

The World's Worst Student

There's a student in my class called Sam and he's as snotty as a rat. He knits his jumpers and cracks his pencil as if his pencil is like a  cookiemaster.

He's so insolent and he goes on about his homework that has pumped and bumped like a balloon.
When he grumpy,he stamps his feet as if he went to a gloomy party and all of the ghosts gobble him up and think he tastes crunchy like a crispbowl.

He's so nutty when he bellows at his friends like a bull holding a rusty stick. He yells so harshly that all the classroom can crumble like a group of fruit pie

His writing is so scrummy as a chocolate broomstick. If you've ever been in my class you shall meet this crooked cram boy and he'll dive into you as if your stomach is like a huge bottle of water or lemonade.
Then he'll hit you with his pencil made out of chocolate sticks that he gulps every morning break.
If you've ever met this boy before, he's my worst student I've ever had!