Dancer's Horror: A Murder Mystery by valis2, age 8. Part One.

[valis2]

I wrote two "books" in elementary school, one in fourth grade, one in fifth grade. This is the one I wrote in fourth grade, I think. I have scanned in the pages and provided modern-day commentary. Heh...enjoy, if you can.

Dancer's Horror 1 Ah! The title page! And what a frightening font. Quite helpfully there is a genre listed for us: "ficton". I don't know about you, but I have a feeling that we're in the presence of genius.

Dancer's Horror 2 One day at dance class, as Jenny and I were talking, Kristen came over to me and said, "Everybody in the dance class has been killed except us three, Mike and Carol." Terror came over us as we thought about it, because it had been printed on the Front Page. What the hell are we still doing in this class, if everyone else in the class is dead, and it's been discussed on the front page of the news? What kind of insane parent would let their child attend a class where every other student has been killed? I'm on the right, by the way.

Dancer's Horror 3 "Look," I said. "If your guys think were all going to quit, your crazy. My mom would be read mad if I quit." "So would my mom," said Mike, coming over and becoming insterested. "So would my mom," said Kristen and Jenny together. "What are you guys talking about?" Carol questioned. First of all, I never took a single dance class with a guy, so this isn't exactly a documentary, though you might have already guessed that. Mike, in this story, is actually Mike from my elementary school, and I had a ginormous crush on him because he was absolutely beautiful. Okay. So now we have the issue of Not Being a Quitter. I'm sorry, I think most parents would rather their children quit an activity rather than die. I know, that's a bit of a radical idea.

Dancer's Horror 4 So we told Carol what we had said. Carol was terrifed. Suddenly we heard a scream. It came from the desk outside of the dancing room. We all ran in except Carol. When Carol saw something black, she rain in after us. We got there just in time to see a man run out of the door. Let me tell you, Carol is the only sane one here. Though, wtf? Does she not read the FRONT PAGE? How could she not notice that everyone else iz ded? Though of course, as a master plotter, I had to get her back into the same room with everyone else, hence the classic Horror Plot of, "Guys? I'll just stay here..." *something frightening* "Guys? Wait for me!" And there's something so German Expressionist about this illustration.

Dancer's Horror 5 We looked behind the desk to see the woman at the desk fall out of her desk. "Eeek!" said Carol and ran back into the dancing room. Mrs. Danceteacher, our teacher, said, "Carol, there's nothing to be frightened of." "You're right, Mrs. Danceteacher." Mike ran out of the waiting room outside. Holy cow! All of the adults are so in denial here. Her secretary has just been killed in cold blood and yet she's all "la-de-da" about it. On a completely unrelated note, I love how the plant is rockin' its blue pot.

Dancer's Horror 6 I ran after him, saying, "Come on, guys!" Jenny pulled Kristen outside. We ran after Mike. Mike stopped and we bumped into him. "Aw," he said. "I thought it was him, but it wasn't." I really hated drawing (unless it was floating cats, of course), and you can see that coming through here. I was bored at this point of the illustrating. The blue thing in the right hand corner is someone's leg. No, really. I love how Mike's disappointed that he didn't catch up to the murderer. "Aw!"

Dancer's Horror 7 "Hey!" said Kristen. "I have some money. It's enough for all of us! Let's go to the donut shop." "Great Idea!" said Jenny. "It shore is," I said. "What are we waiting for?" asked Mike. "Let's go!" We ordered are donuts. Except me and Mike. We got a soft ice cream cone. Yes, that's the first thing I think of after having most of my dance class slaughtered and finding a corpse that was once the secretary in the front room of the studio. Donuts and ice cream. Yay!

Dancer's Horror 8 Then I asked, "What about Carol?" Kristen went back to the dance studio. Carol was sitting there. Carol and Kristen walked back. My ham-handed plotting abilities are really evident on this page. And that's an "Oh No Mr. Bill shirt", for anyone keeping score.

What a cliffhanger!

You'll just have to wait for Part Two.

Comments

[aramintasnape.livejournal.com]

LOL! That pic of the plant and the woman who fell out of her desk is so funny :)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sweetie!