A Short Story : A Story?

As Chay got near the front doors of the hospital he jumped off his bike, ran through the doors, down the hallway to the glass windows where he had last seen his mother. Chay looked through the glass window, but he couldn’t see her, so he ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked from the

The mother and grandmother sat at the house in panic thinking about Chris. But they could not do anything are they would be shot by the people left there with them. Chris began to fight for his life and his family’s. Everyone was surprised of the heart that Chris shown. The boys started to hit him all at one time and told him not to fall! One of the younger gang members muttered quietly to

• He screamed in frustration "Someone help me !" (pg15) • The elevator opens up he hears voices • When his eyes adjust to the lighting he then saw it came from a group of teenage boys • They lowered a rope and Thomas hesitated if he wanted to go the rope but he did •

“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.

Seven seniors made the traveling squad, including “Battling Ted Evans”, who paced the hallway with head bowed and clenched fists. Miguel and Lillian Canales, a habitual infirmary resident, shared the bench closest to where few would find sanctuary. She fiddled with a hospital band, as he eyeballed the door, willing it to open. But the barrier would not yield.

The small flashlight I hold under my gun does little to illuminate the room. I glance around the room, quickly taking in the rusted machinery and twisted pieces of metal; broken glass crunches beneath my feet. What’s left of the windows have been boarded up, causing the near blinding blackness. Rats scurry across the cavernous space, no doubt resenting our abrupt intrusion.

The boys broke into the building as discretely as one could under near complete darkness. They entered the building as quiet as a mouse's sneeze. They heard singing upstairs and it clicked in Richie's mind. “Guys,” He whispered as quietly as possible, “ It’s the 8th night of hanukkah. Stay down here and let me handle this.” Richie krept up the stairs and had to think for a moment about what he wanted to say. “I’m gonna get myself killed.” He muttered as he silently dropped his coat to show his british

“A new recruit, sir. I was called in from security.” Skip leaped onto the main control table. “I suggest checking in the other room. I thought I smelled intruder in there,

When she walked into the room there was only one guard who was standing on the opposite side of the room, a small table, and three small brown chairs to go with it. She decided to sit on the one that was the furthest away from the door on the right. The two of them sat in silence for about twenty minutes until finally two more people walked in. One wearing the standard prison uniform and the other in a suit.

“What? I was just here a week ago, what changed?” I hear two guards approaching, and my heart stops. I wedge myself closer against the wall, desperately trying to stay out of sight. I can see nothing, only

Before I know it, I run out towards the main corridor with my heart pounding. My thoughts and imagination runs wild, creating situations like what if those people are waiting for me to unlock the front door? I stop midway and contemplate calling 911. The mini lights inside the place flicker and I hear a static sound. Oh no, please don't leave me too! The

"HI!!!!!!!" she yells. She runs towards me, and I see some bits of popcorn falling on the floor. Just when she was about to reach me and the security guard - BANG! She falls back from getting hit by a door. I see Christian Coma peek out and look down at her. "Oh ... uh ... I'm sorry." he says, reaching down to pull her up.

The doors all around us slammed shut, and the automatic lock sealed us in. One of the angry looking teens fainted. If this wasn’t such an intense moment, I would have laughed. Oscar had no idea what was going on, he was still looking at the painting of the headless horseman. I tapped him on the shoulder and signed; Doors locked, can’t get out. Don’t panic. He looks at me like he was trying to understand what I just said, then it dawned on him. His eyes grew wide and his hands went into a flurry of words that I will not translate for the children reading

“ Agent Tina come with us and Agent Mike guard the front door,” Chief Ralph replied. So, they busted down the door and shouted, “ Is anyone down here.” There was no answer so, they walked down the stairs slowly with there guns. Then, that’s when they heard a noise in the attic. They ran to the attic and there was no one up there. “ I wonder what was up here,” Chief Ralph stated curiously.

The hall opens up into the sitting room and kitchen, both of which just kind of bleed together, not sure where one ends and the other begins. My mind flutters past that irrelevant thought, and my eyes meet the door. My steps slow as I approach the door, I can only pray that Curantis forgot to lock my prison. The house screams in silence as my hand grips the knob. Cold reality takes grip on me as I realize how stupid I’m being. Curantis would never forget to lock the door. The door is only escape, that’s the last thing mother wants, and Curantis would never make such a fatal