“Aargh! He’s dead!”

                                            There was a lot of commotion around one place. Treyvor, the most handsome

                                        guy of the entire school, came walking towards the group. He didn’t know what        

                                    was going on. So he just said:

                              “I did it! I did it! Erm, what did I do exactly?”

“You killed your best friend.”

“Good thing you told me. Where’s my knife?”

“You didn’t use a knife.”

“Oh *disappointed* A gun?”

“No. A scythe.”

“Oh cool! *happydance* I think I got it from my uncles’ closet. You know, his nickname is Reaper, and I

always thought he was a bit Grim.”

*weird faces*

“What?!”

“You do know that might have gotten you into a whole load of trouble, don’t you?”

“So? I rule! I can take on everyone, even the police. Geez, you could send out an entire army of vampires

on me, and I would still survive.”

A mysterious voice from behind him said:

“Be careful with what you wish for.”

Treyvor turned around to face an entire army of vampires, right there in his school.

“Erm, hi sirs… and madams…!”

“He did it!” His friends all pointed to Treyvor. He turned around again to face his friends. Why did they

betray him now?

“Geeh, thanks for helping me!” He shouted at them. He turned back to the vampires. He walked up to one

and grabbed the creatures hand. He slowly pulled his face close to his own and whispered: “You were

planning on attacking me?” He twisted his arm, which broke immediately. Treyvor’s strength and speed

simply outmatched that of the vampires. He slowly killed his first victim. When he went for the second

vampire, they all stepped back and disappeared before he had the chance to kill the next one.

“Told you I would survive!”   

Written by Trevor McGillan for an arts assignment.

Written by Nathalie van Basten Batenburg and Loura Collignon on 28-12-2005