Abigail and Avery’s Tale

        It was a Saturday, but not serene like they show in fantasy stories. It was more like the day when you are kidnapped! Avery Evan shuffled around her closet, looking for some colorful pajamas that could help her stay happy. It was no use, every second she could hear the thunder all around town. It was as if the sky ripped apart because the lightning seemed to be as long as a man’s life! Her parents were out on a business trip, and so having the home all to herself was even better. Suddenly, Abigail flew, and sat next to Avery, looking at her with her black eyes with bloody tears as the 12-year-old girl watched a comedy movie. Avery jumped up from the couch, she didn’t know she would have company for the night!

         There was one more surprise in store for her. Her companion turned out to be a doll! It wasn’t those dolls little girls play with, but it was a doll like Chucky. “Want to play!” exclaimed the doll in a creaky voice. Who knew dolls could talk! “Umm...Hi?!” muttered Avery. She was a scaredy cat when it came to Abigail. Abigail was in this house for more than a centenary. Avery’s grandmother found the doll in the basement and it was like she was controlled by Avery, so much that one day her grandmother disappeared. The frightened girl rushed to her mother’s room where there was a book that had all the details about how to save yourself from bad people and things. She flipped to page 68. The page talked about the doll and how to defeat Abigail. “She is very fragile, but cannot be broken by anything but water. So, sprinkle a little bit of water,” Avery read from the book. 

        She dashed to the kitchen and grabbed some water in a little cup that her parents used when she was a baby. Abigail was petrified as she saw Avery with a glass of water, and she thought she must not be defeated that easily like her doll brothers and sisters. A second ago, she touched Avery and a second later, she sprinkled some water and then poof, Abigail vanished. Avery cheered, “Hooray! No more spooky days for me. Only happy ones!” As she said that, she felt a little weird. She had numerous cracks on her face… and she had black eyes and bloody tears...she had turned into Abigail! 

   “Want to play with me!” Avery said, as she held a sharp bloody knife as if she was going to jump out and rip this story in half!  

Story prompt:

You’ve put that doll in the cabinet, in the closet, in the attic, but no matter where you tuck it, it always shows back up on the sofa. On Halloween night, you come out to find it watching you.



Pooja Jayanth – 7th grade

Pooja works hard, listens to directions, and is enthusiastic about participating—in brainstorming sessions, vocabulary flashcards, and even homework assignments. Because she is motivated and interested in improving her skills, she makes a solid effort to avoid distractions and stay focused on the task at hand.