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“You would not believe who is here right now. Come out.”
How could I possibly have ended up in this situation? When my friends decided we’d have one last summer adventure to remember for the night, I never considered that I would be stranded in a dressing room at Salvation Army, desperately hiding with a pair of horrifically patterned skinny jeans that squeezed way too tight. There is no plausible reason why I’m still trying to pull these double-zero atrocities onto my shaking legs. My entire body shook from my nerve. How could he actually be here? The door was being pounded by hands on the outside amidst whispers sneaking through the door crack to my negligent ears.
Then I felt myself flinch at. Every. Single. Bang. On the door. It was impossible …show more content…
Returning to my dismay, my friends’ whispering grew louder and grew in urgency. Out of recklessness and pure stupidity, I couldn’t help but yell the only thing on my mind:
“GOD. WAIT ONE SECOND. I HAVE NO PANTS ON.”
Immediately, I heard the snickers through the thin wooden door but they ceased at once. I heard the room next to mine creak open with heavy footsteps and an exchange of awkward hellos. No no no. He was right there. Oh God. My sweaty palms shook more than ever as I finally pulled on the jeans I came in. Breathe in and out. In and out. I tried to regulate and collect myself before I stepped out into the situation that was still unknown. I knew deep inside he could still be outside the thin barrier that barricaded us. My hand slowly reached for the knob as my heart beat faster than ever. The cold metal pressed against my boiling hands. I pushed the door. All I saw standing was my two friends, red with laughter that they fiercely tried to hold back. Once they released their roar of laughter at me, relief flood through me. I felt like a soldier at the end of a fierce battle, but instead of my weapon, I was only gripping the wretched patterned pants. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a glimpse of familiar brown hair at the exit and knew that this war of panic was

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Returning to the room, Deborah pleaded, “Please, let us help you?” Pushing them into the hallway again, Virginia, slammed the door and locked it. All they could hear was her humming. “Come on. We need to call the police to take care of Virginia. She’s a sick woman,” Andrew explained, going into the hallway with one arm around Deborah and his hand over his mouth and nose. “Come on Margaret, let’s get out of here. My God, I’ve never smelled anything this bad in my life,” he said, gagging, sure he…

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One day I woke up, and I was not feeling well. I was sweaty and cold at the same time and my throat felt like a had swallowed a catus! I got up out of my bed after Nana told me to get up 10 times. I pulled myself to the living room with all of the strength that I had. Nana gave me some medicine for my fever and for my throat. She told me to lay down on the couch, and watch TV. I watched TV for two hours while I dozed on and off again. I would forget that I was sick until I swallowed, and then I…

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I was on my way home from work listening to the cubs game on the radio. I had to make a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some food for dinner. Then stopped at the gas station to fill up on gas. When I got home it was about 6:30 P.M. I grabbed a cold drink from the fridge, and went to go relax out on the porch waiting for my brother John to get home from the hardware store. Twenty minutes passed and he was still not home. It then became an hour and he still was not home. I began to get…

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“You see, Sam, my thoughts are that if we do not find our way , and this delinquent winds up causing chaos inside of our land of security, we are going to find ourselves surrounded by countless numbers of those things.” I flinched as I remembered my dream and shivered considering that I remembered that it had been forever since we had discovered those things. We had narrowly escaped our deaths and in the end of it all, we still wound up living our lives in this metal prison, preventing us from seeing…

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Ciara spent the rest of the day trying to figure a way to be free from Deaglan. It then dawned on her; she would have to do more than just show appreciation and pretend to have interest in him. She figured that she would have to do favors for him and bring him presents. Then, once he trusted her and let his guard down, she could make her escape. She was not a very creative person, but she knew how to follow directions and recipes. She figured that she could bake him something as a gift. Ciara…

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