A Braided Narrative

One day there were four kids playing the playstation. Their names were Korey, Javi, Cole, AJ and Lane. Then Korey’s mom called all of them for lunch. Then they went outside, but there was a really old house. We asked my mom and she said, “ yes but but careful”. Then we decided to go to the house at night. So we ate dinner, and then went into my room to get dressed in black spy clothes. At about 11:50 we started to drive down to the old house by riding my atv. It took us ten minutes to get there. We made sure that we had all the gear that we needed. So we went inside, and we saw a dusty dinner table, and we saw old silverware.It was only 12:00 we promised my mom we would be back by 6:00 Then we stuffed started to get strange we was tired so

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

On that little dirt road with only dead plants around me, I had run out of gas, which forced me to get out of the car. With no money to pay for more gas I had to push my car to the nearest place I could find a job. I passed a couple houses which I could help clean the dust or farm for 50 cents or so but I decided to keep moving forward. I pushed the car for a couple miles before it started to get dark. It was to early in the day to become dark, so I knew a dust storm was coming. I saw an abandoned shack a couple feet ahead, so I grabbed my luggage and ran to it. There was no hope for my car, I didn’t have enough time to push it somewhere safe or enough luggage to hold it down from the winds. About 20 minutes into the storm, I watched my car fly away with the dust.

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

I saw a bright light appear out from the darkness that I lay in. It startled me because I didn't know what was going to happen to me and my family. A large hand reached into this cold climate that was my home; and picked Emily (my sister) and I (Dylan) up and carried us into what felt like a desert. The large hand was connected to a large body, I later figured out that it was a human. I was sweating (unthawing) and I was missing my cold home so much. The human pulled Emily and I apart, took Emily, and placed her on a plate. I was next, the feeling of his wet, slimy hands was disgusting. Once I was on a plate, the human picked the plate up and took us both outside. It was like I was in a fire, it was scorching out here.

I could hear mom yelling my name from a distance, a sad worried tone of voice. Throwing my door open to run to mom not knowing what’s going on. I was quickly stopped by a bright light hitting my face. Making me close my eyes for a second or two. I saw the kitchen in a great ball of fire. Flames spreading from the laundry room all the way to refrigerator made it seem like the rest of the trailer was gone. I quickly shut the door to the room, stunned by what I had seen but still having the courage to keep it together and wake up my sister Liz. The odor of burning wood and the air getting thicker makes It hard to breathe but we both made it to the front door. We aren’t able to open it because it had one of those public restroom looking locks tree feet above the door

I hear a car hornk from outside and I walked outside a piece of bagel in my mouth. "Hey girl get in the car before were late" Chelsea says giving me a toothy smile. I looked to the passengers seat to see my other friend Bethany touching up her make up and so I walked to the backseat opening it up to find Gaby who was rummaging through her bag.

I woke up like an hour later trying to get my mind back together,because when you get one of those hits you relly don’t know how it feels until you get it.I saw Jeff a little steps away from me but steal laying in the floor and like always I had to go and wake him up.I get up and walk toward him,I tap him a little bit of times in his shoulder,didn’t work,I move him a little bit of times,no maybe a thousands of times,didn’t work eather.After doing all that I got so mad that I felt like I was about to kick him in the face but if I were to do that then I could have probrably mess up more his head then how it alredy was but before I could have done it we woke up.We was just exactly like me confuse and all that but he looked more worrier then me.”Where are we”He ask me.I answer”This might be a prision cell or something like that,well but let’s not worried about that lat’s find out how to get out of here and get the logs out of there so water can come back to our village”.We stood around for like half and hour thinking but we couldn’t come out with something good or a plan or nothing, but when I was about to give up thinking I saw our exit.There was a small window that was only tide up with a pice of rope but the bad thing is that is was tide from the outside and not from the inside,so it was imposivle to get it untied,so all our hopes were gone.I started to wish I had my back pack with me but I realize something,I had my pocket nife with me!,I was so happy so I took it out and

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

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My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.

I began sweating, so I threw off my blankets. I sat up and placed my feet on the floor, it sent a shiver through my legs. The floor was colder than I thought it would be. I stood up and made my way out of my room, and down the hall. I walked into the darkened living room and sat down on the couch, I could see the rain falling outside the french doors.

I kept walking through the streets. I walk by my school and see that there is only a small building nearly fallen over. I wonder if there are any survivors around the area. I take guess that chances of that being possible are 20%. The only I could do at a time like this would be to gather all the resources I could such as food, water, weapons, and a flare gun if possible. The only things I have on me are a pencil and my diary. My thoughts keep coming up what should I do.