Jazzy's Choose Your Own Adventure Chapter 8

12. Dec, 2015

When Things Got Weird - Part 8

I slowly opened my heavy eyelids to blinding brightness and circus music. I thought I heard a voice singing and then looked down to see that I was squeezed onto a tiny platform next to Anastasia. A sudden wave of vertigo hit me as I realised that we were the same height as the tightrope right next to us. I glanced at Anastasia. She looked scared, too.

“Where are we?” She murmured. That’s exactly what I was wondering. I looked around and saw that we were in a humongous circus ring.

“A deserted circus.” I whispered.

“Who’s that?” Anastasia pointed at the source of singing. He had black make-up on that was running down its pink cheeks. He had an orange circus suit on that was dripping with horrific green slime.

“A clown.” I muttered. I was worried for I knew Anastasia had a clown phobia after a previous circus mishap.

“If we’re really quiet, we may be able to sneak out unseen.” I said. “This is our only chance.”

“Are you crazy?” Anastasia hissed. “We would have to walk across that tightrope!”

“Maybe I am.” I murmured and then repeated, “But it’s our only chance.”

I crept forward and straddled the tightrope. I began “Why don’t you have a go now? It’s perfectly sa- AAAAAHHH!” My grip on the rope slipped and I was hanging upside-down by my knees. Anastasia grasped the tightrope and swung along it like a monkey. I grabbed the rope and then copied her.

“Come on, you can do it!” Anastasia yelled encouragingly as we headed towards the ladder at the end. “Ooops.” She murmured. The clown looked up at us, a greedy smile on its face.

“Well, well, well. I see the two Sleeping Beauties have awoken.” His voice was dripping with nastiness.

“Why did you bring us here?” Anastasia demanded, which I thought was a reasonably good question.

“I brought you to act in the show, of course!” The clown replied.

“Which show?” We yelled in unison.

“THE show!”

Anastasia and I eyed one another, knowing full well that this what not going to turn out well.

“You’ll have to catch us first” I dared.

“Good idea.” The clown said, almost to himself. He began climbing up the ladder and Anastasia gestured to drop to the net. We fell and ran for our lives.

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A. A bear’s cave

B. A spookily empty theme park

C. A vampire party with a giant jumping castle and real worm cake

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Jazzy's Choose Your Own Adventure Chapter 7

22. Nov, 2015

When Things Got Weird - Part 7

My sister looked terrifying. Her hair was standing on end, her eyes were glowing bright red and she was covered in more of that ghastly green slime.

“WHO ARE YOU?” She boomed.

“Wha- Mel, I’m your sister!” I stammered, completely confused. “Don’t you remember me?”

“DON’T TRICK ME!” She roared hysterically.

“Mel, what happened to you? You’re… different!” I cried.

Suddenly her eyes turned to their normal crystal clear blue and her hair dropped.

“I- I’m sorry. Something came over me,” she murmured. “What are you doing here?”

“We fell through the slime coming from the school bathroom tap.” Anastasia explained. “What about you?”

“Well, when I dropped you off at school I drove off to Uni as usual. But I felt my back tyre deflating and pulled over. I checked the tyre to see what was wrong and saw that it had turned green. I looked closer and it suddenly exploded with green goo. I got covered from head to toe and went, embarrassed, to my lecture. Everyone kept staring at me and soon I couldn’t bear it so I went home. I turned on the shower to find green slime spouting out so I was even worse than before. I can’t remember anything after that… all I know is that I’m here, with you.” A tear fell from her eye. “You should go. NOW. It’s dangerous here.” Mel grabbed hold of us and dragged us up to her room.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I screamed.

Mel slid open the window. “I’m you’re sister and it’s my job to protect you,” she whispered.

“Do you call pushing us through the window protecting us?” I protested, but it was too late. Anastasia and I fell into my backyard. The sky was grey and stormy and it was raining. But there was something really weird about the rain. It was yellow. We opened our mouths to see if it was something yummy like lemon cordial… but it wasn’t. Intense pain flooded our bodies and our eyelids started to feel heavy. Just one rest, I thought and the last thing I heard before I went to sleep was an evil laugh.

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A. We wake up in a horse-and-cart and the person is my sister

B. We wake up in a deserted circus and the person is a scary psycho clown.

C. We wake up on top of a gigantic piano and the thing is middle C!

Jazzy's Choose Your Own Adventure Chapter 6

9. Nov, 2015

When Things Got Weird - Part 6

Portraits and paintings zoomed past me and I kicked frantically in the air to dodge them. This is like Alice in Wonderland, I thought. Our heads banged into each other, raising huge welts. Anastasia and I held hands, hoping for the best…

BUMP! We belly-flopped, smashing our faces onto patches of greyish-blue carpet. “Wow,” I gasped. “Where are we?” Slowly we turned around to find we were in an eerily familiar place.

Anastasia said, scared, “It looks just like your-”

“Only it’s not.” I murmured. I knew what my friend was thinking: We were inside a ghostly version of my house.

A stale smell was drifting from the kitchen and cobwebs hung in the corners. Hairy spiders scuttled across the floor and crawled over our feet, making us feel anxious. The walls were peeling and the roof had half fallen down.

“I don’t like this,” Anastasia wheezed, drained of her energy. I was, too. We managed to stand up and limped across the room towards the kitchen. Knives spattered with blood dangled from the roof and I whispered to Anastasia, “This is so spooky.” We passed a picture of my sister hugging me when I was a baby. I had a sudden pain in my belly and realised how much I missed her.

Half-finished Weetbix lay in bowls on the kitchen table and a note lay on my seat. I cautiously crept up to it and saw a message written in angry strokes of red:

WATCH YOUR ACTIONS

“I don’t understand. Why me?” I cried. There was a moment’s silence.

“LOOK BEHIND YOU!” She shrieked, breaking the silence and I whirled around and screamed…

What in the world is behind me?

A. My sister covered in green slime

B. My homework ripped to shreds

C. My favourite superhero

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Jazzy's Choose Your Own Adventure Chapter 5

10. Oct, 2015

When Things Got Weird - Part 5

“Help!” Anastasia and I yelled in unison. I flung open the classroom door, slammed it closed and we sprinted in. Everyone looked up from their work.

“What NOW?” Mr Quarterbrain scowled.

“Chicken-headed-monster-chasing-us,” Anastasia panted.

Mr Quarterbrain laughed. “Not you, too. What are you playing at, Anastasia?”

“Nothing,” she replied, looking down at her shoes. There was no way he would believe her.

“I’ve had enough! You both deserve DETENTION!”

I lost my temper. “We don’t! We are small innocent children and never did anything wrong. You are a mean teacher who treats us like annoying insects. YOU are the one who deserves to have detention!”

I stormed out of the room, making way for the playground and when I got there I started pacing. Anastasia followed, quietly. “Don’t be angry, Kenz. Everything will turn out all right, I promise.”

“No, it won’t!” I screamed, tears spilling down my face. “Mr Quarterbrain wants to give us his cursed detention and there’s a real life monster and-”

“No,” Anastasia said calmly. “I’m your friend. We can work it out together.”

I sniffled. I pictured our friendship, myself at her house, playing and diving in her crystal-clear pool, gossiping. I imagined us at my house for a sleepover, sharing ghost stories at midnight.

Anastasia smiled. “Come on, let’s go inside.” She held out her hand and I grabbed it. We skipped into the classroom grinning.

“I can’t believe we have to do this,” I moaned.

“Stop your moaning and get on with it,” Anastasia answered.

“You sound like my mother!” I laughed.

Our detention was to clean up other people’s splatters. We were given nothing, no wipes, no equipment at all so we used toilet paper instead of anything fancy.

We got down on our knees and scrubbed. It was like cleaning the deck on a ship – it took forever. When it was time to rinse I turned on the tap and green slime spurted out.

“What the-” I whispered in awe as the stuff streamed out of the basin and onto the floor.

“Turn out the tap!” Anastasia shrieked.

It wouldn’t turn off and soon we were knee-high in the gunk. I shouted for Anastasia but heard a muffled reply. Anastasia was stuck! I waded through the goo over to her and saw that she was quickly falling through. “No!” I cried as I realised I was falling, too…

Where do I fall to?

A. I fall into a secret room
B. I fall into Mr Quarterbrain’s office
C. I fall in a ghostly version of my house

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Jazzy's Choose Your Own Adventure Chapter 4

29. Sep, 2015

When Things Got Weird - Part 4

“Aaah!” I shrieked. There was a monster sitting in my chair. I blinked rapidly and when I stopped it wasn’t there. I quietly scolded myself for being so silly.

“Why did you disrupt the class?” Mr Quarterbrain asked, his voice oozing with anger.

“I-I...” There was no point in telling him. If I did, everyone would sneer. “Nothing, Mr Quarterbrain,” I muttered.

I crept back to my desk, embarrassed. When I flicked over the page of my maths book, my eye was drawn to something seeping under the classroom door. GREEN SLIME. I stopped myself from screaming and asked the teacher if I could go to the toilet. He eyed me suspiciously and declared, “Take someone” in his deep voice. I fetched Anastasia and sprinted out the doorway, dragging her along behind me.

“What’s going on?” Anastasia asked quietly when we stopped to catch our breath.

I told her about my nightmare, how I felt watched at the chook shed and how I really needed her help.

“O-oh.” She said, disbelievingly. “You go, I’ll follow.”

We tiptoed along the deserted hallway. Anastasia pointed, “There’s the goop that was on you this morning!”

“Don’t touch, it stinks!” I said, pinching my nose. She stared at me.

“I thought, I thought... I thought you were joking about the monster thing!” My best friend stammered. “Is it actually true?”

“Yes it is,” I whispered. “I don’t like how it’s so quiet here, I think we’ve been seen.”

After a while the trail stopped. We halted. “I’m sca-” A loud roar drowned her voice. Our eyes met and we ran as fast as we could back to our classroom.

Whose roar is it? Vote on Blog Comments to find out. The option with the most votes will be written next week.

A. It is the monster’s roar

B. It is Mr Quarterbrain

C. It is my chicken!

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