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On December 6th of 2016 Catarina Cabral and João Pimenta, class 12th B and their colleagues, within teacher Lígia Luís’s English class and with the cooperation of teacher Lurdes Jesus, told a short story to the students of 7th grade. The story is called “Girls night out”, it is about two best friends who decided to sneak out one night to go to a club and something happened.

Most of the kids understood the story and seemed to enjoy it. At the end of the story, the story tellers and the teachers made them some questions about the story, and they even helped to make a suspect list! It was a good experience.

This is the story that was told:

Girls night out

Isobella and Chloe were two typical American teenage girls. After school they spent all of their time together, watching scary movies, having sleepovers, shopping for new clothes. They liked partying, keeping up with their friends, having fun and just enjoying life. They had no way of knowing the terrible fate that life had in store for them.

One night, Isobella and Chloe decided to have a girls night out. They planned to sneak out to a nightclub as soon as their parents went to sleep. Isobella kissed her parents goodnight and went upstairs to bed. When she thought that everyone had gone to sleep, she took out her cellphone, called her friend Chloe and told her to meet her at the store down the street. Chloe agreed and hung up.

Isobella quietly opened her bedroom window, trying not to wake anyone up. She stepped out onto the windowsill and climbed down the drainpipe. As she walked down the deserted street, she got a strange feeling that she was being watched. The hairs on the back of her picked up. She glanced behind her, but she was alone. When she came to the corner of the store there was nobody around, so she took out her cellphone and called Chloe.

“Ok, I’m at the store”, she said, “ Hurry up”.

“What’s wrong?” replied Chloe.

“I don’t know”, said Isobella, “This just doesn’t feel like other nights. Something’s not right. I´ve got a bad vibe.”

“Stop it. You´re just being paranoid”, Laughed Chloe. “I´ll be there in 2 minutes”.

Isobella hung up the phone, but she could not shake the feeling that someone or something was watching her.

Five minutes later, Chloe turned up and the two girls walked together to the nightclub. The girls were too young to get into the club, but the bouncers never asked for their ID. They strolled inside and pretty soon they were dancing to the music and flirting with guys on the dance floor.

Around 3 A.M., Isobella was chatting to a guy who must’ve been at least 10 years older than her. When suddenly she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was a text message from her ex-boyfriend Anthony. She hadn’t heard from him since they broke up.

The message read: “COME OUTSIDE I´VE GOT A HUGE SURPRISE FOR U”

Curious she looked around and saw Chloe busy talking to some other man. She stepped outside…

She got yet another text message, and it read: “MEET U AROUND THE CORNER OVER BY THE DUMPSTER”

The street was dimly lit and deserted. Isobella had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. She told herself she was just being over-cautious.

Inside the club, Chloe was looking for her friend. But no signs of her.

Chloe got a text from Isobella:

“MEET ME OUTSIDE NOW HURRY”

As she got outside she got another text message: “I’M AROUND THE CORNER OVER BY THE DUMPSTER COME WATCH ME SPARKLE”

Chloe followed the directions, crossing the dark and lonely street. When she turned the corner, she was confronted by a horrific sight.

Isobella was hanging upside down in the parking lot. Sparkling Christmas tree lights were wrapped around her ankles. A pool of blood below her. Her body stripped of clothing, revealing deep wounds along her stomach and chest.

Chloe fell to the ground and screamed, people that were at the door of the nightclub heard and came to help.

When they turned the corner and saw Isobella’s bloody corpse hanging in front of them, they were horrified.

The police were called and they questioned Chloe for hours. Still in a state of hysteria, she could barely talk. Sobbing uncontrollably, she told them how she and Isobella had sneaked out that night and gone to the nightclub together. She tried to remember all of the guys that they had flirted with on the dancefloor. They asked her if she knew about anyone who would want to harm Isobella, but she couldn’t think of anyone. As much as she wanted to catch Isobella’s killer, she was no help to the investigation.

During the interrogation, one of the cops grabbed a plastic bag and took out a blood-stained envelope.

  “We found this in your friend’s throat. It’s addressed to you”, said the cop as he handed her the envelope.  

“Chloe” was written across the front. With trembling hands, she took out the piece of paper inside and read it.

The letter read: “Maybe if you stayed in bed like you were supposed to, things like this wouldn’t happen. Don’t go sneaking around at night. Bad things can happen.”

The cops had to grab her before she fainted. An ambulance took Cloe to the hospital and treated her for shock.

When Chloe returned home the next day, she was still shaken. Her parents told her that Isobella’s ex-boyfriend, Antony, had been arrested for the murder. He was later released after checking his alibi. He claimed his phone had been stolen on the day of the murder. The police didn’t rule him out as a suspect in the case, but they didn’t have enough to charge him.letter

Isobella’s murder remained unsolved. Nobody was ever brought to trial for the crime and as time went on, people began to forget about it.

Two years have passed and Chloe had almost managed to forget about the terrible night when her best friend had been savagely murdered.

One night, she called her boyfriend and asked him to meet her at the park. It was about 2 in the morning. She began to walk to the park, but felt a strange presence, just like the one Isobella had told her about, the night she was murdered. She was almost at the park when the feeling came across her, so she let it go. Her phone beeped. It was a text message from her boyfriend.  – “Almost there baby luv u lots”.

It made her feel much better. Her last task was to pass by the store, the park was on the other side. She began to walk but heard something behind her. Immediately she began to run. Her boyfriend got to the park and waited about 15 minutes. At 2:35 AM, he got a text from Chloe: -“Keep walking forward and u will see me”

He did as the text suggested and walked forward. There hanging upside-down from a tree, was the mutilate body of Chloe. Christmas lights were wrapped around her ankles and she was covered in blood.

He called the police and was interrogated all night. The next day, when Chloe’s boyfriend got home, there was a letter waiting for him on his parents’ doorstep. It was stained with small drops of blood. The note inside read: “Don’t go sneaking around at night. Bad things can happen.”

I wish I could tell you that the murders of Isobella and Chloe were solved, but that’s just not the case. Today, the police say the investigation is still ongoing, but they have no new leads.

The murders are rarely spoken about nowadays. They were high profile cases at the time, but due to the strange lack of evidence, people soon forgot about them. Everyone who was involved went on with their lives.

You may be wondering how I know so much about these cases. Well, I’d rather not go into it, considering it’s still an ongoing investigation. If you must know, I was the cop who was assigned to the case. I was the cop who handed Chloe the blood-stained letter. You may also be wondering why the murders were never solved. Well, like I always say: Don’t go sneaking around at night… Bad things can happen…

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as alunas vencedoras com os livros-prémio

No passado mês de novembro, no âmbito da disciplina de português e em colaboração com a Biblioteca, a turma B do 8.º ano foi desafiada a criar um texto acompanhado de uma ilustração e inspirado na obra O Principezinho, de Saint-Exupéry. Efetivamente, a partir da frase sugestiva “Um dia, encontrei o principezinho e ele pediu-me para desenhar uma ovelha”, os alunos deram asas à imaginação e, em grupo, elaboraram o texto, tendo a ilustração sido feita individualmente. O grupo detentor do melhor texto incluiu as alunas Ana Rodrigues, Jéssica Cristas, Marta Araújo e Sara Trigo. Ana Rodrigues é também a autora da melhor ilustração. Parabéns às alunas.

Rosa Silva

(professora de português)

Um dia, encontrei o Principezinho e ele pediu-me para desenhar uma ovelha…

Um dia, encontrei o Principezinho e ele pediu-me para desenhar uma ovelha. Eu fiquei espantada com aquele rosto branco como a neve, aqueles olhos azuis como o céu e com aqueles cabelos de ouro. Não hesitando, perguntei-lhe:

− O que é que uma criança faz sozinha no campo?

− Eu vim de outro planeta e acabei por chegar aqui. – respondeu-me.

− Mas tu nunca viste uma ovelha? – indaguei.

− Não. Queria muito saber como elas são, pois no meu planeta só tenho a companhia da minha querida flor, que é tão resmungona! Por vezes, parece que sou apenas o seu criado, mas a sua companhia é tudo para mim. – disse-me o menino, emocionado.

− Não há mais ninguém no teu planeta para além de ti e da tua flor? – perguntei.

− Não! Sou só eu e ela! Mas voltando ao início, desenhas-me uma ovelha? – insistiu.

− Para quê desenhar uma ovelha se te posso mostrar uma? – respondi, sorrindo.

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Ilustração de Ana Bárbara Rodrigues

Começámos a andar pelos campos e íamos conversando, enquanto eu lhe ia mostrando as ovelhas e os outros animais. Nesse verão, eu e ele acabámos por nos tornar grandes amigos. E ele chegou mesmo a mudar-se para a minha casa. Integrou-se muito facilmente na família, tornando-se mais um dos meus irmãos.

Com o passar dos anos, os trabalhos da escola iam aumentando, e eu já não tinha tempo para brincar com ele. Ele ainda passou alguns anos com os meus irmãos, até que eles começaram também a crescer.

Passados cinco anos, fomos celebrar o dia da chegada do Principezinho, mas ele não saía do quarto, nem queria abrir a porta a ninguém. Então, fui perguntar à mãe:

− Que se passa com o Principezinho? Costuma estar sempre tão animado neste dia de festa!

− Não sei, mas há já um ano que ele tem estado sempre fechado no quarto, exceto quando tu chegas! − explicou a mãe.

− Vou ver se consigo conversar com ele! – respondi, enquanto me dirigia para o quarto do Principezinho.

Pareceu-me ouvir um choro de criança e, preocupada, bati à sua porta.

− Principezinho, posso entrar?

− Tens tempo para mim? Entra, a porta está aberta. – respondeu entre soluços.

Ao entrar, reparei no seu rosto inundado de lágrimas. Estava brilhante como o vidro da janela do meu quarto em dia de chuva. Inquieta, continuei a fazer-lhe perguntas, para perceber o que se passava com ele.

− Que se passa? Por que é que estás a chorar?

− Diz-me, o que vês neste desenho? – perguntou-me, mostrando um desenho parecido com um chapéu.

− Está-se mesmo a ver que é um chapéu! – respondi prontamente.

− Não! Já és como os adultos! Há cinco anos, respondeste bem, ao dizeres que era uma jiboia que tinha engolido um elefante! – afirmou o Principezinho, deixando transparecer a sua desilusão.

Neste momento, sentei-me a seu lado na cama e coloquei a minha mão sobre a sua. Percebi aonde queria chegar.

− Desculpa, Principezinho, mas foi a primeira coisa que me veio à cabeça! Não quero que fiques triste comigo!

− Não percebes?! Eu não estou triste contigo, mas já não és o que eras! És uma adulta! Já não me percebes! Não tens tempo para mim! – disse, continuando a chorar.

− Eu nunca quis deixar de ter tempo para ti, mas a escola não me permite outra coisa! Os trabalhos aumentam e o tempo diminui… Não tenho culpa de ter que crescer e amadurecer… É algo que não posso evitar! Todos nós vamos perdendo o sabor dos sorrisos e das brincadeiras de crianças, com o passar do tempo. Vamos perdendo aquela inocência e sensibilidade nos nossos corações, que são próprias das crianças, até ao ponto em que deixamos de ter imaginação. O coração fecha-se e não nos deixa sorrir! – disse-lhe, com as lágrimas a descerem–me pelo rosto.

− Mas não há forma de voltares a ser criança? – perguntou o menino, esperançado.

− Não, desculpa! Qualquer dia, vais ficar sem ninguém para brincar aqui em casa. Também os meus irmãos irão crescer, irão envelhecer e tu acabarás só…

O Principezinho, quando percebeu que ia ver as pessoas de quem mais gostava a envelhecerem e a tornarem-se adultas, tomou uma decisão. Para não sofrer, decidiu regressar ao seu planeta, para junto da sua flor. Não poderia permitir que a tristeza lhe escurecesse o coração! Nunca abandonaria o seu coração de criança!

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Ilustração de Jéssica Cristas

 Ana Rodrigues, Jéssica Cristas, Marta Araújo e Sara Trigo, 8.º B

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