And there I sat, in the corner of my cold, dark room, wrapped up in the red wool blanket that my mom gave me when I was 5. I had a ½ empty bottle of Bacardi in the hand and I just felt so lonely. That’s practically how every night has been since my senior year in high school. I’ve been abandoned and on my own since…as far back as I’d like to remember. I was always the odd one out. I had no siblings, no parents, no one that really loved me. Until one day when I met Jill.
Jill was a fine young lady. She was energetic, motivated, social, and was always doing something. Although after she met me, it seemed like she spent all of her time trying to make me happy. It never worked though. She was as clingy as a new puppy to its owner, always following me around, asking where I was going, and she was like that for only one reason. She loved me. I don’t know why either. She told me many times that all she lived for was me, and I couldn’t even care. I had known for a long time that there was something wrong with me. I never really liked girl all that much, they were too weird. I wanted to be with guys constantly, but to cover this all up I went out with a couple of girls. After an incident where, as embarrassing as it is to admit it, a girl that I dated named Cindy said I was “barely a man” while in bed with me, I gave up on women. In the 8th grade, I knew I was gay.
I never seemed to have the heart or the guts to tell Jill why I couldn’t love her, or even see her as something other than that pest I tried to avoid. One day I attempted to tell her, and I almost had the word out of my mouth, I was thinking to myself “just say it, I am GAY!” but it just wouldn’t go. She sat there anxiously, awaiting this big truth I was finally going to expose to her, and it never came. Instead she screamed in my face, telling me I was the most inconsiderate bastard she had ever met in her life. For the first (and only) time in my life, I cried over a woman. Although she was a pest, she was the only friend that I had had. She comforted me and made me feel like I was suppose to be a part of this world, and from that day on, drinking was my best friend.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
The Day I Met John
One sunny day at Logan Park the birds were chirping, the trees were calm and the grass was swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the wind. John’s mother had passed away but she was a millionaire and now all that fortune went to him. He was also secretly dating Megan Fox. He decided to disturb the peace and race by the park with his friends.
He was going 60 mph and he’s passing by the park when Clarissa, a young 22 year old woman gets in his way. There’s no way John could have stopped so he swerves around her. As he’s swerving he panics and lands in the lake that was right by the park. Meanwhile Clarissa lost all of her color because she thought the car was going to hit her. As she watched the car that almost took her life, sink into the lake she runs towards it to try to save the driver. The driver was conscious and he managed to take out his seat belt but he panicked because he felt the car sinking. Clarissa came just in time and took him out of the car. As she helped him to the ground all he could do was think about his precious car and how he almost lost it. So he pushed Clarissa away from him, with tears filling up his eyes he started yelling at her. “How could you have just popped out of nowhere?” he yelled. “I could have died” he said. So Clarissa simply took a deep breath, held her head high and asked him to calm down. “You should be thankful I came here and saved your life while you almost took mine away” she replied. “My precious car!” yelled John. “You stupid materialistic boy” Clarissa yelled. “Your car is now in the lake along with the soul of the woman’s body they found in there five years ago.” John said nothing and walked towards the park with tears streaming down his cheeks.
The clouds no longer seemed to smile at him and the sun didn’t shine as it had before. His eyes blurred by the tears, he sat on the grass and started humming to the song his mother used to sing to him. Clarissa simply followed him; she sat right next to him and asked if he was alright. He just nodded but didn’t turn to look at her. He simply starred off into space. “You can just get a different car, please don’t be upset over that” said Clarissa. John took a deep breath and seconds later he said what had been his worst memory. “Uhh..my mother, she uhh…she was the woman that was found in the lake.” His voice broke as he said lake. Clarissa simple put her head down and felt so ashamed. The tears continued to scroll down his face. Clarissa didn’t know what to do, she had only seen one other man cry before, her father and that was because her older brother Jack had got into a motorcycle accident and passed away. But now she has a stranger, tall handsome guy break down in front of her. How was she supposed to handle all this? All she could say was “I’m sorry”. She gave him a hug and told him that everything was going to be ok. She apologized than twenty times. Finally John stood up, fixed his shirt, wiped away. He turned back once to look at Clarissa; he gave her a soft smile and walked towards the city. Clarissa simply thought of the events that happened that day. She looked up at the sky and smiled.
She smiled because she had life, she smiled because if someone who had lost their mother could smile than so could she but mostly she smiled because she knew that somewhere up in the sky her brother Jack and John’s mother were looking down at her and smiling right back.
He was going 60 mph and he’s passing by the park when Clarissa, a young 22 year old woman gets in his way. There’s no way John could have stopped so he swerves around her. As he’s swerving he panics and lands in the lake that was right by the park. Meanwhile Clarissa lost all of her color because she thought the car was going to hit her. As she watched the car that almost took her life, sink into the lake she runs towards it to try to save the driver. The driver was conscious and he managed to take out his seat belt but he panicked because he felt the car sinking. Clarissa came just in time and took him out of the car. As she helped him to the ground all he could do was think about his precious car and how he almost lost it. So he pushed Clarissa away from him, with tears filling up his eyes he started yelling at her. “How could you have just popped out of nowhere?” he yelled. “I could have died” he said. So Clarissa simply took a deep breath, held her head high and asked him to calm down. “You should be thankful I came here and saved your life while you almost took mine away” she replied. “My precious car!” yelled John. “You stupid materialistic boy” Clarissa yelled. “Your car is now in the lake along with the soul of the woman’s body they found in there five years ago.” John said nothing and walked towards the park with tears streaming down his cheeks.
The clouds no longer seemed to smile at him and the sun didn’t shine as it had before. His eyes blurred by the tears, he sat on the grass and started humming to the song his mother used to sing to him. Clarissa simply followed him; she sat right next to him and asked if he was alright. He just nodded but didn’t turn to look at her. He simply starred off into space. “You can just get a different car, please don’t be upset over that” said Clarissa. John took a deep breath and seconds later he said what had been his worst memory. “Uhh..my mother, she uhh…she was the woman that was found in the lake.” His voice broke as he said lake. Clarissa simple put her head down and felt so ashamed. The tears continued to scroll down his face. Clarissa didn’t know what to do, she had only seen one other man cry before, her father and that was because her older brother Jack had got into a motorcycle accident and passed away. But now she has a stranger, tall handsome guy break down in front of her. How was she supposed to handle all this? All she could say was “I’m sorry”. She gave him a hug and told him that everything was going to be ok. She apologized than twenty times. Finally John stood up, fixed his shirt, wiped away. He turned back once to look at Clarissa; he gave her a soft smile and walked towards the city. Clarissa simply thought of the events that happened that day. She looked up at the sky and smiled.
She smiled because she had life, she smiled because if someone who had lost their mother could smile than so could she but mostly she smiled because she knew that somewhere up in the sky her brother Jack and John’s mother were looking down at her and smiling right back.
The Beast - by Natalie Koch, 10th Grade
The forest around me was suffocating. The tree’s howled with laughter as the wind rustled their silhouettes against the pale moonlight. The forest was mocking me at my desperate attempt to escape my attacker. But I couldn’t blame them; I didn’t even know why I was trying. It was as though the tree’s themselves were draining away my last strains of faith. They were cascading there leaves down to the damp ground in front of me, provoking me to slip. There roots stretched out over the beaten path, desperately trying to snag my feet upon them. Not only was U being hunted by an unimaginable beast, the forest, nature itself, was playing against me, and I was losing fast. As the darkness of the woods began to consume me, what I thought would be my sanctuary was quickly turning into my death bed.
As I approached the heart of the forest, the plants around me were thickening. I spread my arms across my face as I charged through a particularly large group mesh of sharp branches and thorn veins. I stumbled out into a clearing on the other side, covered with scratches and thorns in my skin. I didn’t have time to brush myself off, I had to keep moving. I kicked my brain into over-drive as I scream mental to tell my throbbing legs to resume their speed. Instead, they collapsed under my weight, my body tumbling onto the cool, soggy ground beneath me.
The cool dirt felt relaxing against my hot, sweaty face. I felt as though I had been running for days on end, but in reality, it had only been about forty-five minutes. For several, tense seconds, the forest around me had gone completely silent. The only thing I could hear was the thumping of my heart against my chest as I lied motionless. A wave of new hope washed over me. Perhaps the beast had grown tired, or better yet, had lost track of me. Whatever the case, I took the opportunity to check my battered body. With my adrenaline temporarily easing off, huge excruciating pain surged through my legs. I tried to relieve some discomfort by massaging them with my trembling, dirt covered fingers. It was no good, the pain had escalated to the point in were my legs were numb. With a shaky breath, I slowly picked off thorns protruding from my irritated skin. Tears collected in my eyes as I pricked each one by one. Time passed as I got the majority of the thorns out. I longer I stayed here, the more at risk I was for the beast to return. I figured my next best move would be to try to back track home along a different route, cringing at the fear in running into it through the way you came. I braced myself as I struggled to get into an upright position, then onto my feet. I staggered around before I was able to keep my ground, then gingerly made way towards a small, open path on the other side of the clearing. Suddenly, an ear piercing howl roared from behind me. I swung around and locked eyes with my pursuer. An enormous, black shaggy dog like creature stood before me. Its eye’s like fire, razor sharp teeth, and large matted paws stood ten feet away. It took a couple of paw steps forward, growls rumbling deep from his throat as he was about to pounce. I staggered backwards, frantically trying to flee the monster. Suddenly, the ground below me disappeared, and I feel down what I think was a cave, and hit the bottom with a thud, blacking out.
As I approached the heart of the forest, the plants around me were thickening. I spread my arms across my face as I charged through a particularly large group mesh of sharp branches and thorn veins. I stumbled out into a clearing on the other side, covered with scratches and thorns in my skin. I didn’t have time to brush myself off, I had to keep moving. I kicked my brain into over-drive as I scream mental to tell my throbbing legs to resume their speed. Instead, they collapsed under my weight, my body tumbling onto the cool, soggy ground beneath me.
The cool dirt felt relaxing against my hot, sweaty face. I felt as though I had been running for days on end, but in reality, it had only been about forty-five minutes. For several, tense seconds, the forest around me had gone completely silent. The only thing I could hear was the thumping of my heart against my chest as I lied motionless. A wave of new hope washed over me. Perhaps the beast had grown tired, or better yet, had lost track of me. Whatever the case, I took the opportunity to check my battered body. With my adrenaline temporarily easing off, huge excruciating pain surged through my legs. I tried to relieve some discomfort by massaging them with my trembling, dirt covered fingers. It was no good, the pain had escalated to the point in were my legs were numb. With a shaky breath, I slowly picked off thorns protruding from my irritated skin. Tears collected in my eyes as I pricked each one by one. Time passed as I got the majority of the thorns out. I longer I stayed here, the more at risk I was for the beast to return. I figured my next best move would be to try to back track home along a different route, cringing at the fear in running into it through the way you came. I braced myself as I struggled to get into an upright position, then onto my feet. I staggered around before I was able to keep my ground, then gingerly made way towards a small, open path on the other side of the clearing. Suddenly, an ear piercing howl roared from behind me. I swung around and locked eyes with my pursuer. An enormous, black shaggy dog like creature stood before me. Its eye’s like fire, razor sharp teeth, and large matted paws stood ten feet away. It took a couple of paw steps forward, growls rumbling deep from his throat as he was about to pounce. I staggered backwards, frantically trying to flee the monster. Suddenly, the ground below me disappeared, and I feel down what I think was a cave, and hit the bottom with a thud, blacking out.
The Bad Dream - this writer wishes to remain anonymous
There I sat, where you might ask? The honest truth is I don’t know. However what I do know is that I’m cold, and wherever I am its pitch black. I feel a pain on my forehead and the ground feels like concrete. Suddenly I heard footsteps. For some strange reason I felt terrified. Now you might think its normal for people to be scared, but not for me. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak.
The footsteps seemed to be walking around me, and for a second I thought they got so close, that I could feel someone breathing right above me. Then they stopped, and I hadn’t noticed that my eyes were shut tight. When I slowly opened them, I still couldn’t see a thing. However I could see a small spot of light, but then it went away so I thought I had just imagined it. When I tried to look for something, anything else I saw the light again. It was like a glow of light from somewhere outside, or light that same from another room through the creek of a door.
It got so bright that my eyes couldn’t stand looking at it, so I covered my face. In the light I could make out a persons shadow. This gave me chills down my spine. The person called my name but it was an unfamiliar voice. They sounded demanding but at the same time I could make out fear in their voice. I blinked, and in a split second I was in my room. It was bright and sunny outside, and there I lay relieved that it was only a bad dream. Although it seemed so realistic, it was definitely something that was going to be on my mind all day.
The footsteps seemed to be walking around me, and for a second I thought they got so close, that I could feel someone breathing right above me. Then they stopped, and I hadn’t noticed that my eyes were shut tight. When I slowly opened them, I still couldn’t see a thing. However I could see a small spot of light, but then it went away so I thought I had just imagined it. When I tried to look for something, anything else I saw the light again. It was like a glow of light from somewhere outside, or light that same from another room through the creek of a door.
It got so bright that my eyes couldn’t stand looking at it, so I covered my face. In the light I could make out a persons shadow. This gave me chills down my spine. The person called my name but it was an unfamiliar voice. They sounded demanding but at the same time I could make out fear in their voice. I blinked, and in a split second I was in my room. It was bright and sunny outside, and there I lay relieved that it was only a bad dream. Although it seemed so realistic, it was definitely something that was going to be on my mind all day.
KNOCK OUT - by Mohamed Mohamed 10th Grader
I was trying so hard not to sleep in my Biology class. The class is just so dead. Everybody is tired, and probably wants to go back to sleep. Having Biology first hour doesn’t sound so good. The teacher stands in the front of class giving us notes. Her name is Mrs. Walker; she likes me very much because of my academic effort. She wasn’t so happy wit my last semester’s class. This semester I am trying to get an A to be in great shape.
I decided it’s the first day, and just went to sleep. I felt so good and relaxed. When it comes to sleeping, I will sleep on top of huge rocks with below zero temperature. I can be a deep sleeper, but sometimes little things wake me up. I don’t know how many minutes I was sleeping, but after Mrs. W finished the notes she woke me up and asked me, “Tom are you ok”. I lied, “Yeah, but I have a little headache”. She told me “Maybe you should go to the nurse”. I said, “I’m ok now, but thanks”.
When class was over I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I actually was feeling good. I was thinking to myself, one hour down six more to go. In case you wanted to know I’m a sophomore in high school. I live with my mother and father, but I’m thinking about moving out because they get on my nerves. The thing I love about school is I’m away from them, but you need to stay away from them at least ten hours a day.
My second, third, and fourth hour classes felt long. That’s because I wasn’t sleepy. But I headed to lunch starving my ass off, I love lunch time because you eat and get to talk to your friends without being bothered.
Jim came up to me and said, “Hey let’s head up to the library, that English project is not going to do itself”. This is why I hang with Jim his always on the top of his game. He is good at sports, especially basketball and football. He also takes care of his academic things, He also helps me to do the same, and not slack off or get in trouble.
I went to the bathroom to go take a leak and I bumped into this girl named Sheryl. I chopped her up, and got her number of course. When it comes to talking to girls I got mad game. Any ways I told Sheryl I’m a call her tonight, but I’m not. It’s all part of the game, if you show the girl you really like her she’s going to be over herself, and probably not talk to you anymore. I’ll call her like next week. After that I’m a call her twice a week to pull her off.
“Ding Ding Ding”, the final bell of the school day rang. I went to my locker got my stuff, and headed straight home. I have like a school day routine. It’s like school, home, gym, then home again. I do most of my homework at night. That’s why I’m always sleepy in first hour class.
When I got home I called my buddy Jim, and told him lets go to the gym. He picked me up, and we headed to the gym. It’s boring at the gym now a day because basketball season ended. But I and Jim go work out, and practice basketball, and play for fun. When we entered the gym I saw Moses’ shooting around. His fake I don’t like him, and with his attitude I know I’m going to fight him one of these days.
I went in mean mugging him, but he didn’t say anything he just mugged back. A couple of my other friends came like Adam and Jake. Moses said,”Yo lets run twenty-one real quick. We all said, “Start it up”.
As we were playing, Jake got the ball he checked up with Moses. The funny thing was Jake crossed him and Moses fell. We all started laughing, but for some reason he tried to punk me. He always tries to because I’m the youngest. This time I wasn’t going for any of his bull.
He said to me, “Laugh one more time asshole”. I replied “You’re not going to do shit bitch”. He came up to me, and shoved my head and said, “Don’t you ever…..”, before he could finish the sentence I gave him a fierce blow to the nose. I know that’s his weak spot, because he has the biggest nose in the world. As he was holding his nose I gave him two more punches to the face. Just as I thought I took over he hit me on the side of my head with a punch. That got me kind of dizzy, but I bucked up and regained stamina. To tell you the truth I’m a really good boxer. Then I hurried in and hit two more times and before you know it it was over. I knocked him the fuck out.
Then the gym staff took him and he was sent home. They didn’t do anything to me because they know I was just protecting myself. I went home a man, because I was waiting so long to fight him. Today finally I got my respect, and he knows he can’t mess with me anymore. He might try to fight me again, but I’m going to still knock him out if he tries me again.
I decided it’s the first day, and just went to sleep. I felt so good and relaxed. When it comes to sleeping, I will sleep on top of huge rocks with below zero temperature. I can be a deep sleeper, but sometimes little things wake me up. I don’t know how many minutes I was sleeping, but after Mrs. W finished the notes she woke me up and asked me, “Tom are you ok”. I lied, “Yeah, but I have a little headache”. She told me “Maybe you should go to the nurse”. I said, “I’m ok now, but thanks”.
When class was over I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I actually was feeling good. I was thinking to myself, one hour down six more to go. In case you wanted to know I’m a sophomore in high school. I live with my mother and father, but I’m thinking about moving out because they get on my nerves. The thing I love about school is I’m away from them, but you need to stay away from them at least ten hours a day.
My second, third, and fourth hour classes felt long. That’s because I wasn’t sleepy. But I headed to lunch starving my ass off, I love lunch time because you eat and get to talk to your friends without being bothered.
Jim came up to me and said, “Hey let’s head up to the library, that English project is not going to do itself”. This is why I hang with Jim his always on the top of his game. He is good at sports, especially basketball and football. He also takes care of his academic things, He also helps me to do the same, and not slack off or get in trouble.
I went to the bathroom to go take a leak and I bumped into this girl named Sheryl. I chopped her up, and got her number of course. When it comes to talking to girls I got mad game. Any ways I told Sheryl I’m a call her tonight, but I’m not. It’s all part of the game, if you show the girl you really like her she’s going to be over herself, and probably not talk to you anymore. I’ll call her like next week. After that I’m a call her twice a week to pull her off.
“Ding Ding Ding”, the final bell of the school day rang. I went to my locker got my stuff, and headed straight home. I have like a school day routine. It’s like school, home, gym, then home again. I do most of my homework at night. That’s why I’m always sleepy in first hour class.
When I got home I called my buddy Jim, and told him lets go to the gym. He picked me up, and we headed to the gym. It’s boring at the gym now a day because basketball season ended. But I and Jim go work out, and practice basketball, and play for fun. When we entered the gym I saw Moses’ shooting around. His fake I don’t like him, and with his attitude I know I’m going to fight him one of these days.
I went in mean mugging him, but he didn’t say anything he just mugged back. A couple of my other friends came like Adam and Jake. Moses said,”Yo lets run twenty-one real quick. We all said, “Start it up”.
As we were playing, Jake got the ball he checked up with Moses. The funny thing was Jake crossed him and Moses fell. We all started laughing, but for some reason he tried to punk me. He always tries to because I’m the youngest. This time I wasn’t going for any of his bull.
He said to me, “Laugh one more time asshole”. I replied “You’re not going to do shit bitch”. He came up to me, and shoved my head and said, “Don’t you ever…..”, before he could finish the sentence I gave him a fierce blow to the nose. I know that’s his weak spot, because he has the biggest nose in the world. As he was holding his nose I gave him two more punches to the face. Just as I thought I took over he hit me on the side of my head with a punch. That got me kind of dizzy, but I bucked up and regained stamina. To tell you the truth I’m a really good boxer. Then I hurried in and hit two more times and before you know it it was over. I knocked him the fuck out.
Then the gym staff took him and he was sent home. They didn’t do anything to me because they know I was just protecting myself. I went home a man, because I was waiting so long to fight him. Today finally I got my respect, and he knows he can’t mess with me anymore. He might try to fight me again, but I’m going to still knock him out if he tries me again.
Stairway to a new me. Taylor Steeves. Grade 9
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The person leading the race was only 50 yards from leading our last lap. My Nike track shoes are scraping the pavement like skates on a fresh sheet of ice. I’m gliding but slowly loosing my pace with every other step I take. All I’m thinking is no one can stop me now, my strength is still weakening but I can feel my feet pick up around the first corner, this is where my lungs start working 10 times as hard as they did when I started the race. It doesn’t matter where you are until almost a minute from now. I can feel the muscle growing in my legs. My arms are swaying back and forth with the wind blowing in my face. With my every breath I can feel it go deep into my lungs and right back out. I’ve never been so strong in my life, for this is my moment to shine. The leader and I are head to head 20 yards from the finish line. My stomach is quenching and I know I’m going to loose if I don’t give this my all. I stride across the finish line and here the announcer “WE HAVE A WINNER!” Taylor steeves please come to the office to claim your ribbon. I’m totally ecstatic. I nearly faint climbing the steps of following my dreams.
The person leading the race was only 50 yards from leading our last lap. My Nike track shoes are scraping the pavement like skates on a fresh sheet of ice. I’m gliding but slowly loosing my pace with every other step I take. All I’m thinking is no one can stop me now, my strength is still weakening but I can feel my feet pick up around the first corner, this is where my lungs start working 10 times as hard as they did when I started the race. It doesn’t matter where you are until almost a minute from now. I can feel the muscle growing in my legs. My arms are swaying back and forth with the wind blowing in my face. With my every breath I can feel it go deep into my lungs and right back out. I’ve never been so strong in my life, for this is my moment to shine. The leader and I are head to head 20 yards from the finish line. My stomach is quenching and I know I’m going to loose if I don’t give this my all. I stride across the finish line and here the announcer “WE HAVE A WINNER!” Taylor steeves please come to the office to claim your ribbon. I’m totally ecstatic. I nearly faint climbing the steps of following my dreams.
Sometimes, its not always the best thing… (anonymous)grade 10
My breath burned in my chest, and I was running out of strength. There was no doubt about it: they were getting closer. The trees at night looked spooky—like lost people out to get you. As I ran across the bridge, it creaked so loud that I thought it fell. Unfortunately, it didn’t. They were still out to get me, this time coming on harder. They sky was murky—and just as I thought that, I felt a raindrop on my hand. Another thing to add to all the marvelous things that could possibly go wrong. The bushes were too thick, and I ran across them without thinking. I stumbled, but thankfully didn’t fall. The rain was coming down harder. I didn’t even know what direction I was going anymore. Right? Left? North? South? I hurriedly ran to a large tree and hid behind it. No one finding me here. I took a couple of seconds to catch my breath. The footsteps seemed to be going the opposite direction this time. Close call. Should really know what I’m getting myself into before I go on a wild speed chase that could’ve cost me my life. And how exhausting…Enough to make someone ravenous, for just about anything. That should be the last thing on my mind. First priority: survival. That was the last thing I remember thinking before a cool darkness overwhelmed me.
The room that I woke up to was unbearably clean. There was a big machine with many numbers that I would gladly have liked to push, if there wasn’t chained down. To add to that, there was hooks all over me. I’d become some kind of freak experiment. All because of what I saw and what I shouldn’t have seen. And not human was supposed to know. After I crashed, the lucky people who had been hunting me down must’ve found the pathetic lump that decided that falling asleep was okay, and came back and took me away. And not to a good place, you might be thinking. I was of course in a deep sleep, because the jungle is the last thing I remember. But I wonder if…they took the treasure. How clever they are, no one was supposed to know about that. It was supposed to be hidden until the entire human race started to depend on it. All of this was in my pocket, and was given to the clumsiest one of us. Wait until everyone else heard about this…if I ever saw anyone again.
Two stout, green monsters came in hours later. They stood their distance, observing me. They had antennas, four eyes, and 10 fingers that moved rapidly on a clipboard—type device. They exchanged words in a language that I obviously couldn’t comprehend, and then they brought in someone that looked slightly human.
He began to shout at me, demanding where the others where the others were. I shouted back that I didn’t even know what he was taking about. He realized what he was doing and decided to calm down. Now, in a slightly nicer tone, he asked where the rest of the treasure was. I told him that while I was being kept hostage, I would say nothing. He still kept his cool and asked again. I replied the same. Furious, he unhooked me from the life—sucking machine. Before I could open my mouth to negotiate, glass from behind me shattered.
Being a pessimist, I thought it was more alien-like reinforcements out to get to me. Luckily, it was exactly who I needed-my team. In lightning speed, our spacecraft snatched away the precious treasure and we zoomed off away, into the sky.
The room that I woke up to was unbearably clean. There was a big machine with many numbers that I would gladly have liked to push, if there wasn’t chained down. To add to that, there was hooks all over me. I’d become some kind of freak experiment. All because of what I saw and what I shouldn’t have seen. And not human was supposed to know. After I crashed, the lucky people who had been hunting me down must’ve found the pathetic lump that decided that falling asleep was okay, and came back and took me away. And not to a good place, you might be thinking. I was of course in a deep sleep, because the jungle is the last thing I remember. But I wonder if…they took the treasure. How clever they are, no one was supposed to know about that. It was supposed to be hidden until the entire human race started to depend on it. All of this was in my pocket, and was given to the clumsiest one of us. Wait until everyone else heard about this…if I ever saw anyone again.
Two stout, green monsters came in hours later. They stood their distance, observing me. They had antennas, four eyes, and 10 fingers that moved rapidly on a clipboard—type device. They exchanged words in a language that I obviously couldn’t comprehend, and then they brought in someone that looked slightly human.
He began to shout at me, demanding where the others where the others were. I shouted back that I didn’t even know what he was taking about. He realized what he was doing and decided to calm down. Now, in a slightly nicer tone, he asked where the rest of the treasure was. I told him that while I was being kept hostage, I would say nothing. He still kept his cool and asked again. I replied the same. Furious, he unhooked me from the life—sucking machine. Before I could open my mouth to negotiate, glass from behind me shattered.
Being a pessimist, I thought it was more alien-like reinforcements out to get to me. Luckily, it was exactly who I needed-my team. In lightning speed, our spacecraft snatched away the precious treasure and we zoomed off away, into the sky.
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