Friday, May 22, 2015

March PPOW

Never Ending

I don’t remember where I was or how I got here. I was in a tunnel with little light. There was a rusty old cage in front of me; its lock had been broken. Suddenly, I heard a screech that sounded very close.
I stopped moving, breathing; everything just stopped. Something walked past me. It was large and black. It resembled a spider that had eaten one to many flies. I let out my breath a little louder than I’d expected.
The thing turned around. I began running the other way. I ran as fast as I could, and the thing followed close behind. I had to lose this thing. I rounded the corner, and it followed. I kept turning, and it stayed near. I had begun to tire out. If I didn’t find a way out, I’d be toast. I kept going.
I rounded the next corner tricking the thing into turning the other way. There was a red light at the end of the tunnel. I sprinted as fast as I could; it was a door. Looking at the door, I tripped over a pipe on the ground, and my foot got stuck underneath. I yelled in pain realizing I had broken my foot.
The thing heard me. It turned around and ran towards me. I twisted and turned finally getting my foot out. I crawled to the door and grabbed the handle twisting it. The door clicked and I pushed it open.
As I crawled through the opening, relief flooded over me. Then the thing grabbed my broken foot pulling me back. I resisted, kicked, and yelled. My shoe was starting to come loose and I was losing my grip. My shoe came free and I went flying through the door.
There wasn’t a floor on the other side. I plummeted into nothingness. After a few seconds, I began to lose conciseness. I felt my eyes get heavy; I didn’t even have time to scream before I blacked out.
 I woke in a small room that resembled a hospital, but this was different. The walls were round and brown. The ceiling came to a point with many ridges. It also had an old moldy smell.
A few minutes later, a girl in a white lab coat entered the room. She had a clipboard in her hand and she was checking some things off. She walked over to the bed and looked at me with a smile.
“How are you feeling?” she questioned.
“Fine,” I replied.
“I am Anna by the way. You are Katy with a y, correct?” she asked.
I nodded. We talked for a while and I told her all about what happened in the tunnels. She explained how I had dropped from the sky blacked out.
“Some of the creatures had thought you were a bird,” Anna chuckled.
Creatures? What did she mean by that. I wanted to know when I could leave, and she told me around noon tomorrow.
“Your foot is healed and you can stay at the hotel down the road for a while. See you tomorrow,” she stated and turned to leave.

I looked up to say goodbye and caught a glimpse of a tail dragging on the ground. That was weird. I decided it was nothing and went to bed.
The next day I woke up to Anna walking through the door.
“Good morning Katy! I hoped you slept well because you are coming with me so I can show you the town!” she exclaimed. “I’ll be outside if you need me,” she said leaving the room.
I got up and got dressed in the jeans and a tank top that were sitting on the chair next to me. I walked out of the door and went over to her. She did have a tail, how?
“You have a tail?” I asked.
“Don’t you love it? It took me forever to brush it out,” she wined.
I nodded and kept walking with her. As I looked around the town, I noticed all sorts of crazy people. There were frogs, pigs, and even fairies. There were more to that list, but I was taking in everything. Then I noticed something falling from the sky. I pointed to it and she looked.
I suddenly realized that it was the thing. The door hadn’t closed when I fell through; it must have come after me. Oh no!
“Lisa,” growled a voice.
I looked up from my book and everyone was staring at me.
“Yes?” I asked.
“You do know that free reading time is over, right? I’m sorry to stop you, but we must continue with class,” Mr. Mathews explained.

I put the book in my bag and listened to the lecture about daydreaming.

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