Summer: A Fictional Narrative

At exactly 6, the lady who checks in on our room brings us our dinner. So when the lady opens the door she closes and locks it from behind her so it’s locked on the inside. So as she gives us our food, Summer will distract her and hopefully the woman will leave the door open.

And let’s say she doesn’t and she closes and locks it then that’s when we put plan B into operation. Summer will keep distracting her but most likely with dropping her food on the floor, which will give me a second chance when she opens the door to go get cleaning supplies. 5 more minutes.

“What time is it?” I heard a high, innocent voice ask from behind me. I turned around, it was Summer.

“5:55” I answered, nervously.

“Awesome.” Summer replied as she rolled her

It’s a full moon tonight. That means somewhere there’s a wolf, transforming into a werewolf.” I would laugh and nod.

“I’m that wolf aren’t I?” I would ask.

“No Ember, we’re those wolves.” He would say and smirk.

I looked up at the moon with him and envisioned a perfect life as a wolf, being in the dark woods, my snout held high as I ran with my paws pounding against the moist dirt and dried up leaves.

“Shall we turn into our werewolf forms now?” He would ask in a horrible british accent. I felt bad for laughing but he even knew it himself that it was bad.

“Yes, yes we shall.” I would say in an equally horrible british accent. And at the same exact time we would howl at the moon. It was at times like this that I was really grateful for my father. That I still had one parent at the

I skidded in my tracks, catching my breath at the same time. I looked over my shoulder and at the top of the Orphanage was this red beaming light, going in circles, shining in every direction possible. “Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!” I whispered under my breath. The whole Orphanage went into a lockdown, and it’s all because of me. You know the purge alarm? Well it was that exact sound. And let me tell you what, my heart was beating faster than ever. Run Ember, Run! My feet picked back up to a fast pace. But it seemed however fast I ran, I wasn’t getting anywhere far. The alarm still pounded in my ears, so loud now that I couldn’t even hear my footsteps. But as I got further and further, the alarm started to fade. Now all I could hear was the sound of my pulse beating loud in my