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We were returning after football match late in the evening. As we were walking through the rather lonely road, we heard footsteps behind us…
“Hey, you forgot your backpack”, a little girl handed me the blue and red backpack.
“Oh, Thanks”, I mumbled, confused.
The girl ran away very quickly and hoppity. Strange, I thought. On our way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about that odd little girl. I never saw her at any of the practices. Maybe it was the coach’s daughter? Even if it was, would he really let his daughter chase after people when they left things behind? I shook my head and tried to forget that it even
When I got home, I threw the backpack on the couch, an everyday routine. My mom mumbled something about “Don’t do that” as I was heading to the kitchen. I ignored her and went to get a snack. Suddenly, the backpack started making noises. It was very faint.
I was torn between going to check out the noises and staying and hiding behind the counter. I had to admit; I was scared. Maybe the girl put ghost in it, I didn’t know.
The noises started getting louder and louder. My mom complained, thinking that I was making the loud noises. I approached the bag, very slowly. I was very hesitant. When I got up the courage, I opened the bag. It was full of kittens, luckily not hurt by the fall.
