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It was so
creepy in the junkyard at night. As I looked at the abandoned
schoolbus, I thought I saw something strange. I also heard an angry
voice shouting.
I had heard rumors about how the driver of the schoolbus had
wrecked it so many years ago. On nights with a full moon, like this
night, you can still hear her ghost, scolding her children. To this
day, she still acuses them of creating a commotion, distracting her,
and causing her to go over the side of a cliff next to the junkyard.
But before I could further consider this irrational idea, the
practical side of my mind kicked in.
I had always prided myself on my ability to over look rumors and
gossip. I also remembered how Billy, Bobby, and Bruce Bonnetston
were the top gossips, always looking for a chance to spread the
rumor about the ghost teacher. The first step in my investigation
would be to find out if the rumor was true, or even possible. The
public library closed at 8:00, so I couldn't go there tonight. But I
could ask my grandmother, who has lived in this town for over 50
years. I broke into a jog, and headed for home. Once I got inside, I
sat down with my grandmother, and asked how the old schoolbus got
into the junkyard.
"Ah, I remember that day. I was 11 years old and bored stiff.
Anything new waw exciting, so you can imagine how ecstatic I was
when I saw a big truck towing a schoolbus down Main Street. They
hauled that bus to the junkyard, dropped it off there, and it's been
there ever since.
"So it didn't fall over the side of a cliff?" I asked.
"Goodness, no! Now where did you get an idea like that?"
"Uh, long story. Goodnight Grandma." I kissed her on the
forehead, and went up to bed. So the story isn't true. I know there
was someone from my school in that bus tonight. I would tell the
principal in the morning.
The next morning, Ms. Mudgett, our principal, listened intently
as I told her my story. She said she would survey the students to
find out who knows about the ghost story, and find out what they
were doing last night. That day, my teacher passed out a paper
asking to write about the old schoolbus. I smiled. That afternoon,
Ms. Mudgett called out over the intercom would Olivia Davenport
(that's me) and the three Bonnetston brothers. Ms. Mudgett said that
they were the only ones who knew about the story and were out last
night. Mrs. Bonnetston reported that the boys were home until 8:30
last night, when they left and went their separate ways. Suddenly,
the Bonnetston boys trooped in.
"What do ya want, we ain't done nothin'," said Bruce.
"One of you were in the junkyard last night, acting out a story
that Olivia hasproved to be untrue." said Ms. Mudgett. "What do
you have to say for yourself?
"I was at the movies," said Billy.
"I was at the library doin' research for hours," said Bruce.
"I was buyin' a new football," said Bobby.
Ms. Mudgett looked at me. "I'm sorry Olivia, I don't know which
one of them did it."
I smiled. "I do. Bruce did it, because the library closed before
he ever left his house!"
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