Sydney's Nightly Adventures

Last Minute Project

I was in the computer lab at my school. It was kinda dim in there, but everything I could see was illluminated. The air around me felt dark. My whole class was in the lab with me as well, but I can't remember what we were working on. I got so engrossed into what I was doing that I didn't even notice that the room was empty. I looked around. Jackets and purses were still on chairs. I wondered where everyone went. I walked down the hall and found everyone in the library. It was still dark. I looked on the table, and saw my good friend Erin hurredly trying to glue notecards together to make a posterboard. She was going to put a piece of construction paper on top. I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "What, you didn't know?" I replied no. She said, "Mrs. S (really strict English teacher) gave us a last minute project to do, and we only have an hour to do it!" My other friend C was sitting on the other side of the table, and she was freaking out too.

Then I remember being at our lockers, about to leave. It was dark outside, like stormy dark.

How Scary..

I was in a hotel with my family. It looked like we were in London! I've never been there before. I looked out the window and saw a huge brick arch with a building on top, that cars would drive under to get out of the plaza. All of a sudden, bricks and blocks of bricks starting chipping off. Then, a ton started falling into the cars under the arch, trapping anyone inside. The arch as well as the building was about to collapse. But then, it just stopped.

2 seconds later, something large, noisy, and green/bluish was hurled at the other hotel directly beside us. I heard a large BOOM! It scared me so bad. Then I noticed it was a plane! It must have been. All the while I had been looking outside the window.
My dad, brother, and Ken ran out the hotel door. "Wait!" I cried. I grabbed my grey backpack, threw some valuables of mine into it, and ran out.

Just as soon as I crossed the threshold, I heard rain pattering on the roof. Great, I thought. My family had disappeared down the stairs.
I ran after them, almost slipping on the flooded stairs (We are inside, by the way). I finally found the outside, and my family far ahead. I ran up to them. There were police everywhere, and people running from the arch. Pieces were still falling, and we made sure to steer clear from it, as well as the burning hotel. This scene reminded me so much of 9/11.

This was the weird part. My dad and Ken pulled a cardboard box over their heads and sank down into it. The box was really small. Then, Ken popped her head out, and smiled at me. Freaked out, I grabbed my brother and walked a ways. Then an old man drove up in a car, stopped, and got out. He was talking to me about Cross Country. He said, "My boy here, *points to one of his runners*, says he has sharp pains when running. But this *he points to a glowing like rod in the boy's hand* helps to even out the pain, when he holds it."

Just then a biker came up, stopped, and layed his bike down. "Ah," the old man said. "You see this glowing rod as well on his bike?" *he points to guy's bike* (I see a glowing rod attached from one of his handlebars to a wheel) "This also helps him from getting pains too."

I looked at the bike. "I really like that bike.." I trailed off, and blushed when the boy looked at me.