Au clair de la lune

June Gray is just your ordinary girl who goes to an ordinary school and lives an ordinary life. Oh! And she doesn't believe in the supernatural. Then one day at her book club she starts hearing noises and when she goes to check, there's no one there. Is it just in her imagination or was she wrong all along?


1. Chapter 1

"June, could you explain what just happened? June?"

I sat there, at the table in the most boring club ever: book club, drooling and snoring away while the teacher yapped on about Shakespeare and his "interesting, unique and intriguing writing." Why did I join, I hear you ask. Well, the answer is: everyone had to join an extra-curricular activity and when I found out, book club was the only club with open slots - I can't blame them; who'd want to join? - so I had to. So far, I'd only been attending for 3 weeks (Wednesdays) and for some reason, in every session I feel more and more and more sleepy.

"June!" Mrs Goldwin yelled, bringing me back to the real world.

"Yes, Mrs Goldwin?" I asked politely, hoping that she didn't notice what I'd been doing for the past half hour.

"Could you explain what we just read?"

She waited. I looked at her. She was getting impatient. So was I.

"We haven't got all day, June," she said expectantly, tapping her feet and staring at me with her thin, mean eyes that made me instantly uncomfortable.

"Miss..." I was trying not to look at her frown. "What was the question?"

She sighed. The other kids sniggered and tutted (mostly boys). I pulled a face at them.

"Come on, June! Haven't you been paying any attention at all?" She didn't wait for a response. "You have to read pages 39-206! Understand?"

I looked down and nodded obediently, already regretting coming here. My mum thought it would be "nice for a change" and "good for my levels" which were "going downhill".

On the outside I may have looked happy that I didn't get a detention but inside, I yearned for one. Anything but this!

I wish I'd never come here.

But what could I do? It had happened now and there was nothing I could do to change it. And anyway, I only had to deal with this club for another 2 months. What's the worst that could happen? 

I did have loads of excuses (literally sticky-noted up my sleeve) and I could always pull one out and use it.

We had now entered the second hour of book club. I was dying! It was almost as if somebody had thrown a smoke grenade in there and I was trying to claw my way out of the window - only to find I was 2 storeys high.

So Mrs Goldwin kept picking on me after every paragraph we read to make sure I was paying attention. I was getting really pissed off.

There was a pencil in front of me. And might I just say: there's only so many ways it can end. 5 minutes later, the same pencil sat there, only in two pieces now.

Finally, she had moved onto questioning other kids. This time it was Jake, the nerdiest kid ever who loved coming to school and going to pathetic, nerdy clubs like this. Yes, he was "that" child.

"What's that noise?" I interrupted.

The boys continued to snigger and tut.

"Voices. I can hear voices."

"Come on, June! Book club isn't that bad. You don't need to start fibbing to get out of doing the work." She tried to smile.

"But I'm not lying!" I protested.

"Okay, then. I give up. You have 5 minutes to go and clear your conscience."

"Thank you." I left the room, turned left, walked down the 2 flights of stairs when the noises started nearing and getting louder. I walked into the playground; it was empty with not a soul in sight. So I went around the side of it and end up at the field behind the school.

I gasped.


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