

“The ghost only eats half of the body of small girls…it even changes shape…I had once seen the ghosts shadow and I nearly fainted.”
My best friend Anshika and I, were roaming in the corridor in the lunch break. Suddenly Sana, my classmate, came rushing round the corner and bumped into us.
“Hey Sana! Be careful round the corners please,” Anshika said.
“Ha ha, very funny,” Sana said.
“The ghost only eats half of the body of small girls…it even changes shape…I had once seen the ghosts shadow and I nearly fainted.”
She was about to go when she pulled us back.
“Have you heard of the ghost I saw in the basement?” she asked.
We winked. We knew that all of this was a trick. Sometimes it was a shadow disturbing her and sometimes she said that a long, slimy hand touched her shoulder.
Anshika and I were now used to these tricks but poor Devapriya, [called Devu for short] Kriti and Devyshi just swallowed what Sana said.
“Tell us more about this ghost of yours. This is all new to us.” I said. “Come along to the ground. It is safe to talk there.”Sana said gladly, thinking that at last we were believing her cock–and–bull story.
Afterwards, in the ground – “The ghost only eats half of the body of small girls…it even changes shape…I had once seen the ghosts shadow and I nearly fainted.”
We were really glad when the lunch break was over.
“Does Sana think we are fools to believe her trick” Anshika said. I just nodded.
“I think Sana has already told our dear, believing friends this story”I said. Anshika agreed. The next day Sana started a group and named it ‘THE GHOST HUNTERS’.
For the few days Sana just let herself go. She checked our bags and spectacles to see that if they had any hidden cameras in them. Devyshi, Devu and Kriti were in their home, pale and worried, whereas Sana was in her cosy bed, shouting with glee.
The next day Anshika and I thought that it was time to tell the truth to Devyshi, Devu and Kriti. When they heard this news, they marched to Sana and gave her a piece of their mind and shouted warnings to her and Anshika and I were laughing at a corner.
And we sang these lines, “IT IS TIME SANA CHANGES”.
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you have beautifully summed up the cute incident of school life.
Very Good piece of writing. Keep writing!
Nice , my classmate !
Thank you, my friend!