I Beleive In Bigfoots (original title: Death Secrets)

A Story by Moh

A short story my 8 year old daughter composed. Please make a review and enjoy.

I spotted a a large, plump rock and quickly sprang there and brushed my back against the uncomfortable rock. I could barely make out my own deep breaths, as I pressed my hand on my chest just to hear my heartbeat. I was as scared as ever. Clutching my raspberry-scented jacket Mum gave me, I looked behind me. I could already hear soft, thudding footsteps under the crackling leaves. A faint sound of a mocking laughter made me shiver. The shiver was too much, and it made a sound that broke a leaf. Oh no no no no! I was now practically screaming in my thoughts. Bigfoot, he’ll kill me... As I turned back, I saw a horrible smile looking at me, the face human-like, as it licked it’s lips.

PUUUUUUUMMMMM! PUUUUUUUUUMMMMM! My alarm clock screeched. “What? So early in the morning?” I sat up just to find the sunlight rays beaming through the large, glass windows. I looked at my mirror and wiped my eyes. My blonde, tousled long hair fell heartily. It was that part of my hair which I always loved. I had the perfect skin, and bubbly blue eyes. My look was like I was ready to party, which I was quite hyper about. “Oh no, I’m late! Again!” I tugged my blanket over me as I left my bedroom to eat breakfast. My heart thudded the same way in my dream as I raced down the stairs. “Late again, Pinkie!” Mom shouted. “Sorry, Mom. It’s just that I was having this horrible dream and---” I was cut off. “Ah ah ah!” Mom’s grin turned into a sneer. “I don’t want to hear about your dreams, anyway. All I want you to know is that your father and I volunteered for your camp today, because he couldn’t stretch his muscles for 3 months. And he loves you.”

I frowned. I knew my parents hated me anyway.

“Oh, and right!” Mom snapped. “Did you do your homework? You know I don’t like it when you don’t.” Mom tossed her long, brown hair to the side. Mom had short, brown, raspy hair that seemed too extra-ordinary. Her sucked up cheeks indicated that Grandma had a wrong surgery. She had a very, very worried look. Everytime when we asked her what was the matter, she'd have a huge tantrum and would very likely to scream at us. In a bad way.

“Yes,” I frowned harder, my eyebrows almost sticking together. “Good,” Mom glared at something. “Oh, Brent. Good morning.”

“It isn’t a good morning,” Brent shot back, plopping down easily on his chair. “It’s very windy, even though the sun is shining right now. Maybe right in the afternoon, it will suddenly rain or the sun will be immediately gone.”

My brother, the same age as me, had his brown Bieb's hair which he loved, and which I hated. He had black, nerdy glasses like Harry Potter, and his look was very dude. Although we get into some fights sometimes we manage to work it out as a good team.

“Well, then, bad morning,” Mom raised from her chair to get the fried omelettes. “Mom, why do we have to eat fried omelettes this week?” I scratched my chin. “It’s a tradition we always do,” Mother replied, getting the frying pan as she grabbed a spoon to put the omelettes in the plate. As soon as I was ready, I went back to my room as I changed clothes.

“Hey, Pinkie!” Melody waved at me. “Oh hey, ‘sup.” I looked at her questioningly. “Nothin’, how about you?” Melody replied. “Oh hey it’s the nut nut thing!” We both joked.

“I know right!” Melody let out a shrill laugh as she applied some of her lip gloss. “What’s wrong?” I stared at the fresh lip gloss. “Oh, it’s just that I have dry lips, so..” Melody looked in her square mirror to see if she had made a mistake because she already finished.

“Come on, let’s race to the park!” I encouraged her. “Umm, no thanks. I wouldn’t wanna mess up my lips, again..” Melody replied, shrugging.

As I played in the park for 5 or more minutes, the recess bell suddenly rang. “Aww,” I pulled my backpack over my shoulder and ran to the door. “Hey, wait for me!” Melody’s voice thundered right beside me. But I paid that no mind. I sprinted miles after miles, not noticing the bumpy rock that I tripped on. “Ouch!” I fell into a hideous shriek. “Oh my, not again. What do we have here?” Melody sat right beside me. “It’s nothing, Mel,” I replied, rubbing off the blood that laid on my knee. “It isn’t just nothing,” Melody cautiously grabbed one of her spray-medicines. “Here,” she grabbed a wipe and sprayed it all over. Then she handed it to me. I wiped it on my knee, as it picked up many drops of blood. “Kids, the bell rang!” the supervisor shouted to us. “Come on,” I groaned, still rubbing the wipe on my knee. “Just a few moments and I’ll...” I looked up to see the last kid running to the door. “Kids!” the supervisor yelled louder this time. “Coming!” Melody yelled back, cupping her hands over her mouth. “Let’s go, Pinkie!” She pulled my hand. “A few seconds...” I rushed, wiping all over my knee. Then we ran to the door, holding each other’s hand. “Bye!” Melody swung the door open, as we went to different classes.

We took a few classes, and then went straight to our fieldtrip. Yeah, well it wasn’t necessary we would take a few classes. It took us about an hour, besides looking at the window and not falling asleep. My brother was right. The sun did hide from us soon.

“Class,” Ms. Gulintavierre calmly stood at the front. I realized I held my breath for about 25 seconds already. I let out a strong “whoosh”.

“We’re at the sitecamp!” Melody, who sat beside me, excitedly stamped her feet on the ground. I heard my friends already rise from their chair and walk to the exit. Agh, I pulled myself up and silently trudged to the exit. I didn’t really want to go to the sitecamp, since I wasn’t used to going to camp. We had only done it one time, so I wasn’t at all used to going there. Especially that dream. It made me not want to go here at all. “Let’s go,” Melody urged, her voice unpatient and excited. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just a second. I think I forgot my backpack.” I replied, my fears trembling in my voice. “You didn’t,” Melody stomped her feet, now very excited. “Look, it’s on your shoulder!”

“Please Melody---” I begged her with the best puppy eyes. “That’s not gonna work,” she demanded. “If you won’t go, then I will!” she disappeared through the thick and misty forests. “Melody, wait!” I cried, tearing through the branches that seemed to grab me. “Melody?” I paused for a second, cupping my hands over my mouth. Great, now my best friend’s lost. All because of me. How mean of me was that? I practically screamed in my thoughts. Hey, it’s that large rock from my dream! Maybe Melody’s just playing a trick on me right there. I quickly sprang there and brushed my back against the uncomfortable rock. I could barely make out my own deep breaths, as I pressed my hand on my chest just to hear my heartbeat. I was as scared as ever. Clutching my raspberry-scented jacket Mum gave me, I looked behind me. I could already hear soft, thudding footsteps under the crackling leaves. A faint sound of a mocking laughter made me shiver. The shiver was too much, and it made a sound that broke a leaf. Oh no no no no! I was now practically screaming in my thoughts. Bigfoot, he’ll kill me... Suddenly, a voice that seemed so far away called. “Piiinnnkkiiee!”

I couldn’t respond, for the bigfoot was as close as possible to seeing me now. Please don’t see me, I pleaded in my thoughts. Please don’t.

As to my surprise, I gasped as he approached where the sound came from. Then he gave a ghostly howl: A sound that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I shut my eyes tight, wishing he would not see me, because his back was right in front of me. Run, a voice in my head tried to implore me. I then noticed something. I had been holding my breath for more than 20 seconds! I need to let it all out, I need to! I cautiously tried to stop the need, but then failed in to no avail after a long, sharp sigh. Run, now! As I saw the bigfoot slowly twist it’s head to my direction, I took off running to a tree not too far. “GRRUMMMPPP!” He growled, hearing the breaking of leaves to my direction. Help, I thought, wishing somebody would help me before the bigfoot spotted me, as I brushed my hands around the tree. Ow! I looked at my hand. A tiny piece of wood was stuck in my finger. But I paid that no mind. Directly my eyes stared at a acorn, way up in the trees. I quickly reached for it, leaving a sound echoing in the forest. I saw the bigfoot approaching me, as I grabbed the acorn quickly and threw it in his direction, with perfect speed as he stopped and ran to that direction, thinking there was another person there. Quickly taking off my shoes, I tiptoed to a tree, two yards away. I’ll be safe here, I reflected. Safe and sound. There I saw the dusk quickly approaching, and the sun as close as ever. I knew I was close to being safe again, as I hugged myself. I’m safe, I really am! I’ll find my way back to the camp, get in a tent, and at last, have a good night’s sleep! I’ll have such a story!

I jumped for joy, embracing myself once again and slapping myself on the shoulder. “Good job!” I shouted. “I’m getting here and to that entrance! Finally safe again. Come and get me, you beastly bigfoots!”

I knew the bigfoot wouldn’t get me ever again. I knew at last, and finally, I was safe, and I could live forever. I grabbed my sneakers, tied up my laces, and laughed. Melody had better believe this! I pushed my way into the entrance, and sweat poured down my cheeks as I saw that the class had left and forgotten me.