Two doors. Three windows. They’re coming through doors. Teachers can distract them. Go.
a moment’s hesitation, Cody was standing and ready to go. The blast
knocked him back into reality. He didn’t look at who was charging in the
room, only paying attention to his nearest escape route. He made his
way towards the window, praying that he could break through it. Gunfire
filled his ears, and spiderwebs of broken glass were the last things he
saw before closing his eyes and ramming into the hole-filled window.
GO GO GO GO
couldn’t believe that he was able to get through without getting hit.
He landed in a pile of broken glass, and he felt a stinging up and down
his entire right side. Glass stuck into his palm as he pushed himself up
and began a limped run. His left foot gave a dull pain for every step
he took, still sore from the hospital. More shouting reached his ears
from behind him. In front there was tall grass and trees before the
Hide or run, hide or run, hide or run
dashed into cover and kept moving. Limbs and thorny bushes scratched at
him as he tried to push them away. He didn’t dare slow down for any
reason until he knew he was far away from whatever the hell just
happened. After ten or fifteen minutes of running, he paused to catch
his breath and nearly collapsed on a large anthill. Not willing to wait
for too long, he continued walking ahead trying to keep pressure off his
Why do I always end up in these stupid forests?
shivered and looked around. Dead trees lay here and there and dried
leaves covered the rest of the ground. The weather was starting to turn
warmer, but Cody still wished he had his jacket with him. A rustling to
his right made him tense up, only to realize it was just a little
squirrel. This world seemed to be much like his own, yet it wasn’t. They
had some different names for things, gadgets that Cody didn’t know were
possible, and a strange obsession with flashy boxes they called
televisions and computers. Ian loved watching them whenever their
parents would let him.
crap, Ian! I hope he’s okay. Dang it, why’d I have to get that stupid
detention and keep us both after school and now this crap. Jeez, I
really hope he’s okay.
annoying as he could be, Cody enjoyed being around him. Ian reminded
him of his own little brother, never seen without a smile on his face
and a positive attitude. Ian had listened to Cody’s stories about the
other world with interest, and seemed to believe them. Cody wished he
could do something for Ian, but his own survival was a priority. It
always had been since he got separated from his family, and even when he
had to kill his closest friend
shivered again, but not because of the cold. The knife didn’t go down
quickly, and he swore he felt Ty’s heart beat against metal while he was
pushing it down. He pulled himself out of those thoughts and looked
over his arm. The cuts weren’t worrisome, but there were enough little
shards to cause plenty of small, pin sized holes for blood to escape.
His hand was the same shape thanks to pushing himself off the ground in
the middle of broken glass.
How many other kids have to put up with this crap?
found the tree line as he thought this. A small highway ran to his left
and right, disappearing from view in either direction. A few stores
dotted the road farther down, but it was otherwise deserted. Cars flew
by in either direction until one made a screeching halt in front of him,
nearly getting smashed from behind by a large truck. Paying no
attention, Cody slowly backed up, ready to jump into the trees again.
But when the last person he expected got out of the passenger seat,
Cody’s eyes grew wide in amazement and he clumsily ran forward.
“Father! You’re here!”
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Yeah, I don't think that many other kids get thrown into completely different worlds and then attacked at school. Sorry, Cody.
As you see in most of my posts now, there's links to the previous and next post (except for this one, obviously)! Hurray for good ideas from friends. Until next week (or later)!