BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! “Everyone OUT!” Mrs. Smith yelled. The fire alarm must have been pulled again, except this time, I had a feeling it was a real fire.
Silver Valley Middle was a large school in Kansas City that I attended. It was home to many mischievous kids looking for trouble. Just last week, the fire alarm had been pulled by some bully whose friends had dared him to pull it so that they would miss class.
We abruptly stopped working on our projects and rushed out of the classroom. The hallways were flooded with students shoving, screaming, and scurrying to exit the building. “WHAT’S WRONG?” some kid yelled. I ignored them, thinking they were just yelling from confusion, but as I looked around, I noticed that something was indeed wrong. The hoard of students had stopped moving. Curious and confused as to what had happened, I pushed myself to the front of the crowd.
Then, I smelled it. I turned backward and saw it. Smoke. And lots of it. Devouring the students behind me in a black blanket. “MOVE!” I screamed to the kids in front, “Why aren’t you guys moving?” I hollered in desperation as I tried to squeeze my way past them. When I neared the front of the pack, I saw why they couldn’t move. The doors were locked. The doors were locked. How could the doors be locked?
I watched as countless students tried, pulling on the handles so hard they looked like they were about to be ripped off the door. I found myself slowly walking towards the door, wanting to try myself, to see for myself, if the doors were truly locked. Of course, they were. This couldn’t be a prank, especially with the smoke. The smoke. How many kids had been taken down by it already. How- Everything turned gray. Darker, darker, darker. My vision blurred. My lungs burned. I walked faster toward the doors, even though I knew they would never open. I reached the door, pulled it as hard as I could. It didn’t even budge a millimeter. Everything went black.
I heard faint sounds. The sounds grew louder and louder, until they became voices. I heard one of them say, “these were the only two we captured. They should be out for a few more hours, until then we need to make sure they don’t find us.” Terrified, I froze and stopped my breathing. I quickly realized that they thought I was asleep so I should act calm. I tried to breathe normally and relay while anxiously waiting until I heard feet shuffling and voices moving away.
After a few minutes of laying in silence, I slowly blinked my eyes open and adjusted them to my surroundings. I quickly surveyed my surroundings and found myself and one other person in a hospital-like room that was locked from the outside.
In the bed across the room lay one of my classmates from school, who was still asleep. I was awake hours before I should have been because of my special spiderman-like abilities. I could recover much faster than normal people, sense things they wouldn’t have a clue about, and climb and maneuver really well. I also had incredible strength, which I was going to come in handy.
Listening to make sure the coast was clear, I woke up my confused classmate and explained the situation we were in. We were the only two captured, by who knows what, and we had to escape before they came back.
I tried to open the door to the hallway, which was locked. As I looked through the window and investigated our surroundings, I saw that we were on the third story of an old, dirty building. Unfortunately, my classmate and I did not know how to pick a locklock, so the only way out was through the window.
After smashing the glass with a metal pole attached to a light, I climbed out and tried to find a place to stabilize myself. Looking at the situation below me, I knew that I could easily climb and jump my way safely down. The only problem was I didn’t know if my classmate, Joey, could do the same.
We had no other choice. Knowing that our capturers would notice our absence soon, I grabbed Joey and helped him maneuver his way down. Providing support and stabilization, I guided Joey down the three-story building and we ran into the nearby town.
Thankfully, Joey knew where we were and how to get back to where we lived, so we ran tirelessly back to the school.
Silver Valley Middle was a large school in Kansas City that I attended. It was home to many mischievous kids looking for trouble. Just last week, the fire alarm had been pulled by some bully whose friends had dared him to pull it so that they would miss class.
We abruptly stopped working on our projects and rushed out of the classroom. The hallways were flooded with students shoving, screaming, and scurrying to exit the building. “WHAT’S WRONG?” some kid yelled. I ignored them, thinking they were just yelling from confusion, but as I looked around, I noticed that something was indeed wrong. The hoard of students had stopped moving. Curious and confused as to what had happened, I pushed myself to the front of the crowd.
Then, I smelled it. I turned backward and saw it. Smoke. And lots of it. Devouring the students behind me in a black blanket. “MOVE!” I screamed to the kids in front, “Why aren’t you guys moving?” I hollered in desperation as I tried to squeeze my way past them. When I neared the front of the pack, I saw why they couldn’t move. The doors were locked. The doors were locked. How could the doors be locked?
I watched as countless students tried, pulling on the handles so hard they looked like they were about to be ripped off the door. I found myself slowly walking towards the door, wanting to try myself, to see for myself, if the doors were truly locked. Of course, they were. This couldn’t be a prank, especially with the smoke. The smoke. How many kids had been taken down by it already. How- Everything turned gray. Darker, darker, darker. My vision blurred. My lungs burned. I walked faster toward the doors, even though I knew they would never open. I reached the door, pulled it as hard as I could. It didn’t even budge a millimeter. Everything went black.
I heard faint sounds. The sounds grew louder and louder, until they became voices. I heard one of them say, “these were the only two we captured. They should be out for a few more hours, until then we need to make sure they don’t find us.” Terrified, I froze and stopped my breathing. I quickly realized that they thought I was asleep so I should act calm. I tried to breathe normally and relay while anxiously waiting until I heard feet shuffling and voices moving away.
After a few minutes of laying in silence, I slowly blinked my eyes open and adjusted them to my surroundings. I quickly surveyed my surroundings and found myself and one other person in a hospital-like room that was locked from the outside.
In the bed across the room lay one of my classmates from school, who was still asleep. I was awake hours before I should have been because of my special spiderman-like abilities. I could recover much faster than normal people, sense things they wouldn’t have a clue about, and climb and maneuver really well. I also had incredible strength, which I was going to come in handy.
Listening to make sure the coast was clear, I woke up my confused classmate and explained the situation we were in. We were the only two captured, by who knows what, and we had to escape before they came back.
I tried to open the door to the hallway, which was locked. As I looked through the window and investigated our surroundings, I saw that we were on the third story of an old, dirty building. Unfortunately, my classmate and I did not know how to pick a locklock, so the only way out was through the window.
After smashing the glass with a metal pole attached to a light, I climbed out and tried to find a place to stabilize myself. Looking at the situation below me, I knew that I could easily climb and jump my way safely down. The only problem was I didn’t know if my classmate, Joey, could do the same.
We had no other choice. Knowing that our capturers would notice our absence soon, I grabbed Joey and helped him maneuver his way down. Providing support and stabilization, I guided Joey down the three-story building and we ran into the nearby town.
Thankfully, Joey knew where we were and how to get back to where we lived, so we ran tirelessly back to the school.
