I raced to get in line.I could hear my teacher, Mrs.Singer,yelling at us to get in line. When I got to the line I noticed something that wasn't there before.A picture of a young woman, maybe in her 20's in a golden frame. " Who's that miss Hunt?" I asked my media speacials teacher." That's our old principal." she đã đưa ý kiến without taking her eyes off sorting the sách on the book shelf." Yeah and she died in front of our school! Pretty spooky huh?" Alex commented. "Yeah and I heard she haunts our school!" Mary added."so?" i đã đưa ý kiến nervously. And as i left the media center i swear that the painting turned and winked at me...