School

So I get back to school on Monday, and I learn that everything I had finished over Christmas Break isn't due 'til next week. What's more, we're getting 3 days in class to work on our English assignment that I've already finished and everyone else is just starting. So I have 3 days to work on Midvale Fantical Adventures, the story I'm writing about the ghost of Midvale turning every one into fantasy beings. Here's the story of the Ghost: along time ago, Midvale Middle had an archery range, and an archery class. Kid's loved to take it- they thought it was much more interesting then developing photos or learning more. It was a very popular class until one day. No body knows how it happened, or if it was on purpose or accidental, or if it had even been done by a student, but one kid ended up dead, shot by an arrow. Needless to say, the class and range were shut down after that. But the kid still roams Midvale today, going to classes with the other kids, sitting in empty desks, opening doors when no one else is there to open them, and listening in on unsuspecting kids' conversations. He goes about like the other kids, but unseen.