I
dawdled down the empty,
sketchy alleyway on my way home from the shops. My old teacher, who got fired, was on a pink bicycle blowing bubbles. She had changed a
lot since I last saw her. Her hair was a darker colour and her eyes were blue.
I followed her. Suddenly, she came to a halt, dismounted her bike and
suspiciously entered my house. She turned around and vanished. I was shocked! I
told my mum about it and she said I was imagining things as she had died. I
stayed up all night thinking about the mysterious figure…
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