My Scary Story

              This is the Halloween celebration. People of United State celebrate this festival nicely. It was also the celebration of sacry. People use to decorate their house very beautifully. They also put the scary things like; dolls and toys over the window. I actually, don't really very know about this Halloweencelebrate but I know littel beat of this. Now I am going to write the scary story that I ever get very scared in my life. It was very scary.
           It was the month of February, at 12:30 at noon. I made some special food for my family, they all are not at home because they went to market to do shopping for me and my brother. I was alone at home, when I finished cooking food, I went outside to get relax. At that time I was looking at something in deeply. One of my neighbor came towards me, I used to called him uncle, I don't even know he was near me. Suddenly, he shouted and show me the scary mask. I was scream very loud.
                  I felt like I was fent and lay on groung. Everybody from my neighbored came to the place where I and my uncle. Everybody was asking me, what happen? I don't have any idea what to say. I was like nervous. My one neighbor women ran to the home and she bring some water for me. I drank water and I saw everybody was around me. That was very bad happen to me. A uncle that scared me say ''sorry'' to me. I walked to my home and I didn't do anything.
                 After one or two hours later, my parents were came to the home. I was laying on the bed, I get  to much fever and headeach. They ask me ''what happen''? and I told tham everything, they get nervous. I ate medicine. I don't even talk to anyone, I was just sleeping. I got a fever for five days, I don't like to eat and drink anything. I didn't went to school for five days, I missed everything that my teacher taughtat school. That day was very bad day for me.


                 

                

               

About Me

              My name is Poonam Ghimire. I am a student at Furness High school, I am in ten grade. Besides begin a student I am someone's sister. I was born in Nepal and at the age of 13 I moved to the United States with my family. I have four members in my family, my brother, my parents, and me.

             Our own country is Bhutan. It is near India. My parents moved from Bhutan 20 years ago. They  left it because it was too hard to live there. The people from other religions hates our religion. They used to burn our houses or take children with them. I never saw that, but my parents told me the long story. My family moved to Nepal then, and one year later my brother was born. Then, I was born 4 years laterafter that. I am the youngest child of my family.

             When I was six years old I went to school. I was a little quiet person. We lived in a small town. There were too many people from our own country. We lived in the town called Damak but It was perfect. We  lived their like a big family. I went to school in Damak for two years. Then, my father took me to the another school. I went to the next town called Janakpur, in Bal Niketan School up to six grade.

            After I finished six grade. I moved to Damak again. I went to school there for seven grade. When I started to study in eight grade, I moved to United States. Now, I am in ten grade. I have been here for two years. My life is good in America, but I still miss my town, my country.