It was only me and the teacher in the classroom and I was not even that early until one other girl came in wearing a dull, grey hood over her head along with a ripped cloak drooping down her body. We were the only pupils there and I didn't have a very good feeling. At breaktime, I went to suspect the girl (Elizabeth, who was one of my old friends) and this was not what I was expecting. Blood was dripping down her face, cuts slashed across her cheeks and the gloomiest eyes shot at me and I knew at once that she had not been sleeping.

"My name is Isla not Elizabeth," she whispered. "Oh, sorry I didn't realise," I replied wondering why she changed her name. "Just call me Isla and no harm will be done,"she warned me. Harm? What does she mean? I replied filled with curiosity, "Do I know you from somewhere but not school?" Without a reply back, she ran off and out of the school gates. How? How did she skip school just like that or maybe she is coming back later.

At the end of break, she was in the classroom (Isla) and It was time for the announcement of who would get the toy next. I was only eight so I would always stay for a small, little toy. Yes! I got a barbie doll, one of my faviroutes.

The school bell rang and Isla ran out of the classroom clutching a rather large book to her chest. I knew something was suspicous about her so I started to follow.