"Story 12"


One cold winter morning Emma woke very tired. She took the tube as usual to go to school. That morning the tube was very so crowded, that he couldn't find a seat. Somebody hurt her and made her books fall on the ground. "Sorry!" the person said, but she couldn't see his face. When she arrived at school, she rushed into her class. She knew she was late. Emma greeted the teacher and was a about to take off her jacket , when she found a strange thing in her pocket. (Giulia A.)
It was a little bell, it looked like a souvenir. She took it with her and sat down next to her schoolmate, Ethan. Emma put the little bell on the desk near her pencil case and Ethan asked her what it was. She had not replied yet, when he suddenly rang the little bell: she could hardly believe her eyes. All around her was still, everything except her and Ethan. “What’s happened?” she screamed. “It’s fantastic!” Ethan replied, “we can do whatever we want!”. Emma was both afraid and puzzled at the same time because she couldn’t understand how all that was possible and how to go back to normality. So, she took the small bell but Ethan screamed “No! Don’t do it now!”. She didn’t listen to him and rang the little bell…( Francesco S.)
At that moment everything returned as before. Nobody seemed to have noticed anything. Only Ethan and Emma knew about the magic power of the bell, and now they would have to keep it secret . Various questions afflicted Emma's mind

...: “Why her? What was the purpose of that bell? Who was that person? “

She had to find out! They decided to have the little bell ring again and see if there were any changes to time or people, and especially if someone was "awake" like them! So Ethan took it and rang it again! Everything stopped just like the first time. Everything was still, even the clocks ... except ...(Giulia D.)

except for one man, who was outside the window. His clothes were black and they couldn’t see his face, because a hat hid it. He was walking towards them, and when he arrived in front of the windows, they could see his disturbing smile. “Who is he?” Said Ethan, he was so scared. “I don’t know, but I think he has something to do with this...”. Emma was scared too but was also very curious. “Let's go and and ask him what’s going on!” She said. “You must be joking, it’s dangerous!” They didn’t know who that man ​was , but while they were talking they realized that the man was walking towards them...(Andrea B.)

"What are we going to do now?" Ethan was more scared than before. Then a voice, his icy cold voice: "Emma, I know that you are here","Come on Emma, come here... you and your friend". They were shocked and did not stir. Then Emma asked with a faint voice: "What do you want from us?" Ethan took her arm: "What are you doing? Are you nuts?" He didn't want her to talk to that scary stranger, so he was about to take the bell , when the man talked again: "Come on Ethan, do it, I know you want to do it" He was paralized. "Tell me, Ethan, how one feels to have the power of ruling time in your hands, doing everything you want..." Ethan was like under a spell, so Emma took the bell and rang it...(Alessio T.)
Emma took the bell and rang it, and once again everything and everyone around them unfroze. Ethan fell to his knees and on the floor, dazed and dizzy, and Emma crouched down worriedly next to him. She had seen a strange look in his eyes, a look of hunger and sheer evil, as if he were drunken on power. That wasn't Ethan. Ethan was... well, how to describe him?! Her best friend in the whole world, shy and smart and kind. Ever since preschool they would sit together at break, and every time Emma's father would forget to pack her lunch Ethan would give her a hug and a cookie. When they were a bit older, around their 7th birthday, they invented a whole knew language, one only they knew. And when Emma's mom died and her father started drinking, Ethan was there, every step of the way. Anyhow, whatever Emma had seen, it was gone now. She held her hand out to Ethan, who grabbed it gratefully and stood up, brushing the dirt off his knees. Emma looked around them, and only then she realized that the man was gone. They glanced around the park for a while, but he was nowhere to be found.
The two friends walked slowly back home, mulling over the day's strange happenings. They arrived at Emma's gate and parted ways, promising to research and read anything that could help them understand the phenomenon. Once inside, Emma flopped on her bed sighing, and took the bell from her pocket. She hadn't had a chance to look at it properly yet. It was small, silver, and so light it was almost weightless. From the outside it was pretty, but very plain. Squinting inside, Emma noticed in small, curved lettering an inscription, too small for her to read. Was that an A? It must be. And a H. No, wait an N. Or a K... Emma let out a long frustrated breath, and flung the little bell on her nightstand. She kicked off her shoes, buried herself under the covers and turned off the light. In the dark, she yawned, and closed her eyes.....(Bianca Z.)