It's time. It’s... time. That I need to survive. For the past 3 years. I’ve gone through this. For those 2 years, this challenge I partake every year has not been a challenge. Id plan 3 months ahead. I’d Sketch this average looking house, bathroom, kitchen, dinner room, living room, bedrooms, basement, garage, and ultimately the attic. Scheme places where I can hide. Try to even originate hiding spots.
Wait…I'm not sure I’ve told you about this “game” we teens have every year. Basically, on April 13 exactly 8:00 pm to 12am all teens ranging from 13-16 have to find a hiding spot in thier house and hide there until we hear bells go on. Why are we hiding exactly? From the Men in Black. These men are not men in camouflage colors, big
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Wow hopefully I can keep this up for another 2 hours. As I was crameped up in the small hole, all I can hear was hear is kids screaming, yelling, and the evil laughter of the men slaughtering the innocent kids.No their parents too would be killed. What a life.
“Creeaaa….kkkk”
My door opens. Opened slowly and quietly. I could feel the heavy weight of the man's footsteps above my head. It was getting heavy and heavier until…
“Ughhhh how…. do you open this stupid hole!” The man opened it and saw the my big pure white eyes, with a circular brown centerpiece looking up at him. The eyes of ‘just kill me’.
“Shhhhhh don't say nothing!.” The man in black said. “I not going to kill you. I had no choice but to work here and be assigned here to kill young boys and girls like you.
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That doesn't sound right at all I thought. That's very unfair. To be put against your beliefs that you think something is wrong but you have to do it.
The man in black heard footsteps coming toward him, as he quickly cover the hole and placed the tile over it.
“Everything alright, found any filthy young creatures, ” said another one who was also a man in black.
“All good.”
And there he left. Both of them did. And I remained in there for another 2
At night, footsteps paced the ceiling. Over and over, an impatient march, forever in step to the silent drum. If only this had been my only encounter, I could dismiss it.
All the color in her face seemed to drain away as the hand started to create a bigger hole in the door. Another inhuman scream echoed through the room.
The air hung around them, tensed and quiet. The fragility of her emotion was threatening to shatter. It is as if that time stood still for her. She fingered the brim of her notebook, nervously and took notice of the cup of coffee on her side. Controlling the sudden urged to drown the caffeine all at once; she carefully picked the cup and warily sipped its content. It had long been cold, and her tongue appreciated that fact.
I appreciated your quick reply, it was a surprise and needless to say very well received.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
We passed many doors, I counted thirteen, but after that, I lost count. We finally came to a room with a paper “Andrew M.” tapped onto the middle of the door. The tall man opened the door and then I saw him; Andrew. My mind was racing. All I wanted to do was punch him and run. He was responsible for my parents and he didn’t care.
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
What I learned in a 7th grade basketball game was one of the biggest things I learned so far in my life, and that is to be confident. No matter what it is, be confident in everything you do.
On April 11, 1998, my parents named me Brian Flatley Jr. After careful consideration, I have concluded that these words best summarize my personality and strengths:
I remember the year my Highschool team went to the state championship. My team the Kansas City Hawks went up against the twelve time champs The St.Louis Kings. What made them twelve time champs was us. Every time my team went to the championship The Kings met us there. All twelve times The King where the victors. January 25,2024 The Hawks were on a warpath for that Championship.
“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
The wind howls, the waves crash, the sky is falling, the world is crumbling, the ground is shaking, my family is dying. “Mom, watch out!” my life flashes. The world turns black. No one around, so silent. All I can see is a tiny dot of light miles away. Maybe it is my family! I run toward it getting faster and faster. As I get closer I can see more and more light. As I reach the edge everything bursts with color. Birds in the sky, trees everywhere, and the waves crashing on the sand. My world, back, in front of my eyes. Where is my family? I need to find them.
“ Oh sir if this isn’t too bad I also saw a man wearing a similar colored scarf, but was just hanging out like nothing had happened, so if you would look into it it would make me feel much more secure.” I said
crying. He looked through the hole on the floor of his apartment, and saw the guards