مدرسه روح زده فصل 30

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مدرسه روح زده فصل 30

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The haunted School - Chapter 30

As soon as she finished the window, I grabbed Ben. I shoved him through the hole. “Come on!” I cried. “We can do it!” “Good-bye, Ben. Good-bye, Tommy,” the others called.

Halfway through the wall, I turned back to them. “Come with us!” I cried. “Hurry! You can come with us!” “No, we can’t,” Seth called sadly.

“Thalia is right. We’d hate it. We belong here now,” Mary said.

“Don’t forget me!” Thalia called. Her voice broke with sadness. She turned away.

I turned too. Turned to the other world, our world. Ben and I stepped through the wall. And found ourselves back in school.

I heard music booming down the hall. Kids shouting and laughing.

The dance!

We were back at the dance.

With a gleeful shout, I shoved open the door to the boys’ room. Ben and I dove inside. Ran up to the mirror.

Gaped at ourselves.

Our colorful selves.

All red and blue and pink and yellow. All in color! So many colors!

We slapped each other high fives. And tossed back our heads and screamed out our happiness. Screamed and screamed.

We were back. Back to normal. Back in the world.

Back at the dance.

We banged open the boys’ room door. Burst into the hall.

And ran into Mrs. Borden.

“There you are!” she cried. “I’ve been looking all over for you two!” She grabbed each of us by the hand and began tugging us down the hall.

“Mrs. Borden—we have to tell you—” I started.

“Later,” she interrupted. She pushed us into the gym. “We’ve all been waiting for you. You’ve held everyone up.” “But—you don’t understand!” I sputtered.

“You want to be in the photo—don’t you?” Mrs. Borden demanded. Kids were lined up in front of the bleachers. She shoved Ben and me into the front row.

“We want everyone who worked on the dance in the photo,” Mrs. Borden declared.

She turned to the photographer behind his camera. “Okay, Mr. Chameleon,” she called. “You can take the shot now!” “Mr. who?” I cried. “No! Wait! Wait!”

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