Ms. Gormly

When I look at a zero, I see many things. I see a person's mouth wide open. I see a bowl with fish in it, swimming round and round. But I never see my face in it. Never, ever, Trevor, Shever see my face.
 

One time, I couldn't sleep, so I started to wait and wait, and still wait, and kept on waiting, and I strated to wonder what happened if the nigth went on forever. And it felt like that. But actually, I was sleeping the whole time.

Emma had never believed in ghost stories. Until one happened to her.

Every twelve-year-old in New Orleans had heard the story of Freya, Rafferty, and The Box. It went like this...

There once was a boy named Gerald. To be continued...

I'm in the Amazon Rainforest, swimming in a river, and then blood starts gushing out of my leg! I swim as fast as I can out of the water.

I limp out onto the shore. The blood is gushing out like a tsunami.

They light up the starry night, especially before you could flip a switch to get the power of a million flames.