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| Subject: | Rescued from Escape Part 1 |
| Author: | ChocolatePointeshoes (Authenticated as ChocolatePointeshoes) |
| Date: | December 29, 2011 at 7:17:25 PM |
Please no hating. I'm young and not looking for critiques, I already turned this in. Just tell me if the story itself is engaging/ emotion evoking.
A gust of wind greets me as I step out of the grey building. I echo the song that I am listening to; my own kind of a hello to the wind. Then I bolt. Ipod screaming, feet slamming against pavement, air weaving through my hair, this is pure freedom. And I will admit, a slight smile is present. Yes, I am smiling despite the fact that I’ll get more detention for skipping it in the first place, despite the fact that the sky looks like it will leak soon, despite the fact that the wind is nipping my fingertips. Escape is gorgeous.
I think I will thank Elise for not returning home this evening. Usually I hate fetching her from her land of fantasy, but today I appreciate it. Elli’s perpetual disregard for time is the only excuse I have for my prison break. No, I am not exaggerating when I call my school a prison. But I won’t let that crowd up my mind right now; at this moment I am free. I also intend on keeping my head free of those dreadful thoughts.
Now I must decide which forest Elise has entered, the east wood or the west wood. Usually she chooses the east wood, more commonly called Jasenna Forest, because she gets nervous when crossing the street. But then again, the west wood stretches on for miles. I ponder and decide my little sister is probably in Jasenna, so I’ll choose the west wood, it will give me more time to be away. As I’m half way across the street my headphones are yanked from my ears. It takes a second to process what just happened. But as I am processing I hear, “Hey punk, whatcha’ running from this time?”
No, this time I don’t let it register. I whirl around and full out backhand him across the face. Only then do I see who it is I just slapped. Drew Anderson. “Wow Kat, I’ve heard you were unpredictable, but what was that for?”
I see his eyes change from wide and blank to narrow and heated. Drew is one of those guys who won’t stand to get beat, ever. I can tell by the way he’s chewing on his lip, he’s mad. Before I have a chance to stop him, my Ipod is skidding across the road. Do I run over and save it? No, that would just give Drew more ammunition. I stick my leg behind his knees and shove his chest backward. His knees give in and next thing you know, Drew is on the street. Again his eyes go blank for a split second, and then the heat I saw earlier ignites to flames. He finds his feet and starts moving towards me, I begin to run but he already has a death lock on my wrist. I twist and flail, but he doesn’t hesitate in putting me in a headlock.
“For real, Drew? You resort to a headlock? Come on! She’s like, what five foot two? She’s just a sophomore. Let her be!”
I crane my head to see the all too familiar voice. His green eyes meet with mine for the second time today. And again I want to flee. I don’t want another one of his judging glances. Chris saw me with the spray paint earlier today he looked his face was pale and twisted, as if he was conflicted. But now he looks slightly amused.
“Shut up! I can fight my own battles, Chris.” I say this as I dig my nails into Drew’s forearm. Though he hides it, I can tell he is wincing, for my nails have drawn blood. A normal guy would come back with some witty retort, but Chris isn’t normal. He just walks over to my predicament, stares at me for a second, and decides to grab my Ipod first. “Drew, don’t be an idiot. Let her go.” Chris says giving Drew a demeaning glance. His grip gets tighter, but then his arm releases me.
“Whatever!” Drew mutters and takes off.
“Here…” Chris makes out as he hands me my Ipod. This makes everything more awkward. This was supposed to be a quick run to get Elise. First I placed in a headlock by the guy I dissed, then I get saved by the guy who knows what I’ve done. This could only happen to me. “You told your parents yet?”
I sigh, yes of course Chris would have to bring it up. Fear and shame creep into my words I try my best to lay ice over them. “More or less…”
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Yes right now you are jumping into the middle of the story but it gets better as the story progresses please keep reading.This message was edited by the author on December 30, 2011 at 10:19:55 AM
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