My postcard

The boy with the bear

Part one

I had just left home a few moments ago right after mum closed the gate behind me saying “have a good day sweetie” , “I will” I replied. I had never been one to have lots of friends, even at preschool I had never had friends not even one. What did I do at preschool? you might ask well let me tell you. It all started when my mum brought me this blue teddy bear for my 1st birthday I named it Suzzie, Suzzie was a girl, well she is sort of like my friend, she doesn’t talk, although I thought I heard Suzzie talk once. I have never parted her since, I have taken Suzzie everywhere.

My parents have been worried sick to the stomach these past few weeks. They have been worried because I am almost a year 6 at mount kookaburra school. I mean I might have one friend but she is imaginary and does not exist.

I walked home after a lonely day of school. As I walked past bullies glared at me like I was something green and gooey that had just flown into a tissue. I have no idea why no one likes me. I mean I might look a little strange carrying around a little blue teddy bear everywhere I go, but to me I don’t care what I look like because everyone is different in unique and special ways.

The day I almost died

As the rusty door creaked open, she held her breath and closed her eyes. Certain that these were the last few minutes of her life, she decided to turn and vanish. She panted as she sloped down the freezing mountain. The air was filled with mist and fog, she couldn't see a thing. She stopped in her tracks. Nowhere to go. She heard the familiar footsteps stamping up the mountain to where she stood. She shuddered at the thought or who or what was coming…
As the footsteps grew louder all she could imagine was a zombie with a mouth full of blood.