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.