At school we were having a concert for our band one night in the cafeteria. I was in the ‘video crew’ and we were there taping them. It was 7.00pm when my teacher told me that I could go on a break and get some fresh air outside. I stepped outside with my friend David and we sat on the grass talking. After five minutes, his walkie-talkie came on. He jumped up and ran back into the stage room. I thought that was pretty weird because I usually had the most important job to do and my teacher hadn't called me back in yet. I didn't mind; I just sat outside on the grass alone and looked out to the playground that was near me.

A few minutes passed when I saw this little girl came walking towards me. She was a pretty little girl with her hair tied in a cute ponytail. She had a little skirt on and wore a blue-collared blouse. She was very sweet but there was something wrong with her. As she came closer to me I could see that she was sad. Her eyes were wet and her face looked like stone. It made me sad just looking at her but I was curious as to what was going on.

She started walking past me and then stopped right in front of the boys’ toilet. She turned to face the door and just stood there. Was she lost? It was dark outside. Did she loose her parents? Or did she just need to use the toilet? I sat there looking at her, confused. It had been about one minute now and she just stood right in front of the boys’ toilet door.

I thought that this was getting pretty ridiculous, so I stood up and walked towards her. I asked her if she was all right or if she needed to find the girls' toilet. A few moments after I spoke to her, she looked up at me. I asked her the same question again. She said nothing. She just stared at me with a painful look in her eyes. I stepped toward the girls' toilet and told her that she could use this toilet. Finally, she came, walked over and then entered.

I sat back down on the grass and waited for the signal to get back in. This was getting ridiculous. Did they forget about me? Then, right at that instant, I heard footsteps coming from a distance. I turned to look. It was a girl – the same girl whom I had helped earlier. I couldn't believe this! I could not remember seeing her walk out of the toilet! This frightened me. I watched her as she went right to the boys’ toilet again and stood there at the door. What was she doing? Thankfully, right at that moment, my walkie-talkie came on and I rushed to the stage room. My teacher assigned me to the camera in the front of the stage. I walked to the front steps and sat down with the video camera.

I started panning the students and as I came to the middle, I saw something that made my jaw dropped. I stopped panning and just stared straight ahead of me, horrified. There she was, playing the flute – the girl who stood in front of the boys' toilet with the tears in her eyes. But this time she was dressed in a long sleeve white blouse and black long pants. Was this for real? How did she come here on the stage playing an instrument when one minute ago she was standing outside? Something was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be here.