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The crisp, cold November air hit me like a truck as I opened the library doors, making an overdue exit after practically two hours of studying. It was only 5:45 p.m., but the sky—painted a midnight blue—seemed to think otherwise. It would have been completely dark outside if not for the small pools of light flooding the ground beneath the streetlights. I began making my way home on the well-memorized path that I took practically every day, sighing when I thought about how I was one of the only seniors at my high school without a car. When I turned the corner onto my large neighborhood, a black van roared to life behind me—lingering a bit too close for comfort. After a few agonizingly painful minutes of the van following me, I couldn’t take it anymore. …show more content…
. . need I say more? I suddenly turned around and started walking faster in the other direction, hoping that I could just take a shortcut to get to my home. “Just a coincidence. Nothing’s going to happen, I’m just being paranoid,” I muttered to myself—as if saying the words would make them true, despite the awful feeling in the pit of my stomach. When I glanced behind me, I noticed the van turning back around in the direction I was going, gaining more speed than before. When it finally dawned on me that I was definitely being followed, a shot of adrenaline passed through my veins, coercing me to try and make a run for it. Becoming increasingly nervous, I broke out into a run. As I was bolting across the street, desperately running for my life, I turned around to glance at the van. Despite my outlandish determination, the van was only a few feet away from
I looked over my shoulder and realized that the zombie was tailing me! I ran through the entrance of a nearby ride and stopped to catch my breath only when I was sure the zombie wasn’t following me.
After some distance a patrol car pulled up behind me and began flashing its lights and sounding its alarm. Damn!
I started looking around and then I saw something out of the corner of my eye, a simple, brown trailer. I yelled “Guys there’s a trailer over there. It might have some stuff in it to help us.” They got up and we started running in the direction of the trailer. When we got there we realized it was locked.
Turning the corner of the alleyway I was in I run with all my might just barely keeping a speed faster than the two goons.
As our car drove closer, I could see there were other cars just like the one I'm
I started to panic and ran. The Green Police called for backup and started to run after me.
Having not expected much to come from my stay there, I was overjoyed when suddenly I knew that just because I didn’t like fast rides, I could still have fun with my friends and it was even better when I found my lost home.
When I reached the level road again, I was able to see the road ahead. To my
...me to think when the cop car pulled in the alley going just as fast. (24)
I turned back and looked at him then ran up the stairs. When i got upstairs, i went to Mr. Collins.
"Got to...go quicker...or... they will...catch you again." I pant forcing my legs to go fast and suddenly a deer crosses my path forcing me to swerve and run head on into a tree.
A gentleman motioned to us that he had finished and was going to leave. Dan got the pump number and went into the store to pay for the gas. As the car pulled away I began to pull Dan's car up to the pump when all of a sudden, this van come screeching around from the opposite direction, trying to get to the pump before me. I stepped on it and the driver of the van slammed on his brakes. I continued until I was j...
It was a hot day, the sun smiled down on us while we walked up the concrete that was never-ending. I thought we were never going to find our car.
A guilty feeling surged through me as I snuck out of church early, but I could not wait any longer to show my friend, Jonathan, my new Chevrolet Cavalier. As I raced out of the parking lot, I heard ambulance sirens in the distance, and I felt a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach as if butterflies were fluttering around trying to get out. I paid the feeling no mind as I merged onto the interstate at Gray and headed toward Johnson City. Little did I know those sirens would change my life forever.
I could barely see where I was going. I thought I knew this house like the back of my hand, but this hallway felt much longer than usual. I kept running, though, unsure of what was behind me. All I knew was that there was no time to stop and ask questions. The sound of footsteps had been a light, reasonable volume at first, but now they were gradually becoming louder. Therefore, I decided it was time to make a bold move.