Ghost Diamond


Ghost Diamond


By Fatmir Terziu


It was Monday the first day at school after a week’s holiday. I had nearly arrived at school when I saw a diamond-shaped glass stone. I picked it up. The stone started to glow in my hand. I put it in my bag.

At playtime I went to play football. As I was playing, I felt cold.

My heart started to bit faster and faster.

My eyes went red.