1. The Final Draft
... , but it was hanging perfectly still from a sturdy branch of a huge oak tree in the center of the yard. The lawn was bathed in moonlight and the edge of the cliff stood out clearly against the blackness of the ocean beyond. I turned my head to one side, trying to focus on the odd noice. "What are you doing?" Cory asked, startling me. "I heard something," I whispered. "Come here and listen." Cory ... . A line of small, damp footprints led from the door to the window. "I"m getting mom and dad!" I shrieked, tossing aside the covers. I raced down the stairs with Cory close behind. We found ou...
- Word Count: 2994
- Approx Pages: 12
- Grade Level: High School