Who created such a ridiculous list and who was Lemona? I wondered to myself as I took my final steps towards the changing rooms- PE was my first lesson.
As I walked in I scrunched up the piece of paper and placed it to the bottom of my bag. The room was far too small for a group of 70 students who many had their belongings dumped on the wet,mud covered ground. Gum had been splattered across the cream, once white, walls. As I reached to hang my shirt on a peg a slimy substance clung to my fingers: chewing gum surprisingly. I sighed to myself as I tried to remove it. Could my day really get any worse? Digging further down into my bag, searching for my inhaler the cold frost from the bench pierced my pale and delicate skin. I quickly grabbed it and jerked away.
The teacher finally blew the whistle and pair by pair the girls shivered there way out. They were all muttering to each other. Fortunately I caught a line they were saying
‘Lemona’s here Lemonas here!’
A girl squeaked to her friend. Who was Lemona? I asked myself, once again as many questions spun around my mind.
Each pair stood firmly with their shoulders back on the thick painted white line, as the teacher yelled the instructions over the howling wind. But she stopped half sentence... Out of the cold winter shadows stomped a rather plump girl; a fairly young girl with deep blue ocean eyes, and a head of tight strawberry blonde curls. An old wrecked glove covered one of her hands and red scars covered her other. A deep shiver ran down my spine : Lemona.
After a long minute of silence and the teacher introducing our guest player, we took our positions. Occasionally I glanced back to see where she was and what she was doing, but after a few times her cold eyes caught mine, glaring her crooked teeth through her lips. I turned away in horror trying to focus on the game, as impossible as it seemed. The referee blew the whistle and just ten seconds into the game Lemona came smashing into my ribs driving me to the ground. Agony crammed itself into my arm as dozens of tiny sharp stones pricked deeply into my skin. I stood up brushing them off, pretending there was no problem as I plastered a smile across my face. Things couldn’t get any worse now could they? I thought miserably to my self. Abruptly Lemonas fierce hands threw the ball into my chest at an unrecognisable speed. Weightlessly I fell to the ground and my eyelids drew themselves down.
Moments later my eyelids peeled themselves opened. Above me were many heads staring with their eyes wide and opened. I sat up.
“Wheres Lemona?” I asked as I coughed.
“Shes gone...”
And that was the last we had seen of her. Many of the players were muttering to themselves about it being the third incident on Friday 13th. I reassured them that the date had nothing to do with the incident.