Thread: A Night With Perry (My own work)

Forward: This is actually my exam work for the High School English Writing Exam. It tells a peculiar story of the protagonist and a goth named Perry.
　
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I will never forget that peculiar night. No, it is impossible for me to forget what had happened on that night. It was like an inconceivable tale.

Stepped back in time, when I was five, I did a most insane thing. I played a game with my ignorant friends, Chrysd and Tommy.

One evening, just for fun, Chrysd, Tommy and I decided to hide inside a colossal department store and stay there overnight.

“That will be a real thrill! My mum and dad will frighten to death if I do not come home overnight!” Chrysd cried out loudly.

And so we did it. We sneaked into the store and hid in different places. I hid behind those shelves which were filled fully with high heels. By the time the last staff member left the store and the door was locked, I came out of my hiding place.

“Chrysd! Tommy! Come out! All staff is gone!” I yelled and looked sideways so as to catch a glimpse of them.

However, no one replied me. The whole store was in dreadful silence. An ominous feeling welled up in my mind and I started trembling.

“It’s not funny! Come out! You two devils have scared me!” I screamed and screamed. Unfortunately, though, still no one replied me.

Chrysd and Tommy were not here……they were gone! And they left me here! On my! So……how about me?

I could not even behold the surroundings in that they were engulfed by the darkness.

“……I, I should turn on the lights……I must turn on the lights first……” I remembered the lights switch was on the left of my body. Then I walked to the left, searched the wall. In the end, I found the switch and I turned on the lights.

All of a sudden, the store was full of hope again. Part of my fear had vanished.

“Don’t be too happy, Perry,” I said to myself, “It’s just the very beginning of a long, long night.”

“Exactly,” a strange sound emerged inside the store. I screamed. I sneaked behind the shelves and kept sweating.

Who was it? Who was it? A ghost? Was it a wicked ghost? Would it tear my body into pieces and swallow them? I did not want to die!!! Help!

“Hey, don’t be scared. I’m human! I’m not a hungry ghost!” That sound emerged again. It seemed that ‘he’ did not have any malicious intention on me……

Slowly, I geeked at ‘his’ real appearance by coming out again.

‘He’ was not a ghost----‘he’ looked like a teenager, wearing a gothic shirt and worn-out jeans. ‘He’ had spiky hair dyed in cyan.

“What……what are you?” I asked.

“I’m a goth……you know what a goth is? Well, I won’t explain it to you. The point is that I’m a human being!” the goth snarled.

“……Why are you here? Can you break the door and help me out?”

“I won’t help you, bro. I sneaked into this store as I’m hungry and I’ve nowhere to sleep,” the goth wore an ungodly grin on his pallid face, “I’m afraid you need to stay here for the whole night.”

“……That’s not a big deal!” At least, there was someone to keep me company.

“Brave guy! What’s your name? Perry?”

“How did you know that?”

“Ha, because we own the same name----my name is Perry too!”

That sounded incredible.

“So how do you spend the night? Eat up all the cookies? Or try every single male garment?” I asked in deep excitement.

“Are you sure you can do that? You timid boy?” the goth seemed moved by my ideas.

“I’ll show you how brave I am! See!” I ran to the shelves placed with snacks and drinks. I grabbed a pack of chips and a box of Maltese, tore off their packaging, and ate them.

“Big deal! It’s my turn now!” the goth lifted up a bottle of one litre Coca Cola and poured the fluid directly into his mouth!

“Good job!” I jumped and danced. May be I had gone mad, but I did not care.

And we kicked all shoes out of the shelves. The goth even tried to wear a pair of glitzy stilettos and pretended to be a woman! I nearly laughed my head off.

We had not missed the toy department. I took a Barbie doll out of the packaging and ‘offed with her head’! The goth sat on a cable car for baby and ‘drove’ around. How psycho we were!

Happily I met him. This night turned mesmerising on account of his appearance.

When we were exhausted, we slept in the pool filled with colourful balls.

“Perry, I……” the goth had something to tell me, though I could not listen.

I was nearly asleep. My eyelids were heavier and heavier. Eventually, I could not stand and get into my dreams.

I woke up next morning and found myself lying on a bed in the hospital ward.

“Mum? Dad? Why am I here? Where’s Perry?” I saw my parents sitting around me.

“‘Perry’? ‘Perry’ is your name! Are you still dreaming?” Dad furrowed his brows.

“No, I mean……there’s a goth with me! The goth is called ‘Perry’ too!”

“……Do you mean ‘Perry Boxwood’? The guy with dyed cyan hair?” my mum suddenly flied into nervousness. What’s the problem?

“Yeah, that’s him!”

“……Well, he……he is gone now. He had cancer and yesterday was his last day,” my mum said dolefully.

“……You must be joking! He played with me last night and ……”

“Listen to me, son. Perry Boxwood is the son of the boss of that department store. He had cancer and he had only one day left. Therefore, he decided to spend that last night on earth in the store.
“I’ve heard from Chrysd and Tommy that you three decided to hide in that store. But Chrysd and Tommy were discovered by the security guard and taken back home……so that’s why you’re alone in the store. And you met the dying Perry……”

“……” I felt something hard welled up to my throat. I could hardly speak.

“……Do you have a good time with the young Mr Boxwood, son?” Dad asked in soft-spoken voice.

“……Yes, of course, I……I feel like we are friends last night……I……” hot tears were falling down my cheeks.

“That’s enough. I think Perry Boxwood had the time of his life. He would be happy to have met you, son,” my mum hugged me and comforted me.

I had a really amazing time with you, Perry Boxwood. I will never forget that peculiar night. No, it is impossible for me to forget it.


(The End)

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Hope you could raise a comment for my fiction

Your story was cute. There are some grammer issues but I am assuming english isn't your first language. I didn't understand why the main character ended up in the hospital bed. Unless you were being metaphorical is some way, he obviously wasn't sick. Why would the police take him from the store to the hospital, as opposed to taking him home?

Anyway, nice story. Keep it up!

Well, because of the limited time in my writing exam, I've made some mistakes when writing my story
BTW, thanks you so much

I've been there! Sometimes it's hard to believe you even wrote what the teacher hands you back.