1. The Final Draft
... chirping. I listened more closely. "Those aren't crickets" I thought, slipping out of bed. "It must be the swing squeaking." I went to the window and looked at the swing, 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 ... Cory's horrified gaze to the hardwood floor. A line of small, damp footprints led from the door to the window. "I"m getting mom and dad!" I shrieked, tossin...
- Word Count: 2994
- Approx Pages: 12
- Grade Level: High School