I got the shoe
1243 Words
We looked outside to see that it was already dark. So, I concluded this session and went to open the door, but it was locked. I asked Jason for the keys. He searches for the key calm, cool, and collected. The next minute I know he is frantically searching for the keys.
I asked, “Did you lose the keys like you lost your virginity?”
We all laughed and after a second, we knew the seriousness of the situation.
“don’t tell me that you lost the keys”
“no, I won’t”
Amanda asked, “So are we stuck here?”
“no, we are free… what do you expect?”
Chris said, “Dude, come on, search again”
He said, “Wow, I didn’t think of that.”
“This is not the time to be sarcastic… we have to do something”
I noticed Henry distracted and asked, “Care to share a word, genius?”
He thought for a second and asked, “Do you have a phone?”
I replied, “Mine is dead.”
The others replied with answers such as it being dead, or in the repair shop.
Kathy said, “Let’s break the door.”
I said, “easy there, rulebreaker. There must be something to do except destroy public property.”
Chris said suddenly, "What about the windows?"
I facepalmed when I heard this suggestion.
"do you want us to jump to our deaths? we are on the second-floor genius."
As I let out a heavy sigh, my gaze darted frantically around the room, searching desperately for an escape route. Our parents, oblivious to our predicament, would likely assume we were spending the night at a friend's house, engrossed in a harmless slumber party or a collaborative project. Little did they know the predicament we had stumbled upon.
With our minds racing, we huddled together, brainstorming every conceivable solution to our dilemma. Amidst the flurry of ideas, Kathy's suggestion stood out as a glimmer of hope. It was at that moment that my attention was drawn to the inconspicuous air vents, their small openings providing a potential lifeline out of our confinement.
I said, “Guys, we can sneak out by the air vents.”
Jason said, “Yeah, guys we can do that.”
We all just glared at Jason and he said, “I am so sorry, guys. I told you that I was sorry a million times.”
“No, actually this is the first time you said it.”
“Nobody asked you.”
“Nobody needs to ask me, I’m just gonna tell it anyway.”
In the twilight's embrace, as the shadows danced upon the walls, I embarked upon a clandestine mission through the labyrinthine air vents, my lithe form gliding through the narrow confines. As the initiator of this daring plan, I bore the weight of responsibility upon my shoulders.
With stealthy precision, I navigated the intricate network of ducts, my senses heightened as I searched for a glimmer of light. Finally, a faint glow pierced the darkness, beckoning me towards the exit. With newfound determination, I surged forward, emerging from the suffocating confines of the chemistry laboratory.
A pungent odor assailed my nostrils, a testament to the vermin that infested this forsaken place. A shiver of revulsion coursed through my body as I caught sight of rat droppings strewn upon the floor. With a swift and decisive movement, I turned my back on that vile sight, forever banishing it from my memory.
Landing gracefully upon the ground, I sent forth a piercing cry, summoning my comrades to follow. My voice echoed through the desolate corridors, guiding them like a beacon in the darkness. As a human GPS, I provided them with precise directions, my words acting as a roadmap through the treacherous maze.
While Kathy and I, with our supple bodies, found the journey relatively effortless, others struggled mightily. Their anguished cries filled the air, pleading for assistance as they became ensnared or lost their way. I lent them my voice, offering encouragement and guiding them to safety.
Thus, we persevered through the labyrinth, our bond forged in the crucible of adversity. The memory of that harrowing experience will forever be etched upon our minds, a testament to the power of teamwork and the indomitable spirit that resides within us.
I just scream to them, “stop being a f*****g baby and move your asses.”
I guess you could say that I would be a good coach, Nah that’s a waste of my talents...
They noticed that I totally lost my cool. They were cut out all the whining and screaming only to ask directions. Everybody got out except Chris.
I screamed, “Are you okay, Chris?”
“no, I am stuck.”
I said to the people who made it here, “Somebody gotta go and unstuck him or whatever.”
Jason said with a pat on my shoulder, “Good luck, Aria.”
“hell no, I am not going back.”
Chris screamed, “Come on, Aria, I helped you up with the Chem quiz.”
“Seriously you had to pull that out now???”
“Please, help me”
“fine, I am not doing this because you helped me out in the test and it would make us even. I am doing this because I am a good person. A GOOD PERSON!”
“thank you.”
I had to climb back up and go through the entire course again to find this moron. I finally found him, calculating his escape; his shirt was entangled in a couple of nails.
“This is not a complex math or physics problem, you just suck in gym.”
“you don’t need to be mean.”
“I am hungry so I am cranky or I guess you could say hangry.”
I was anticipating a laugh but I didn’t get any.
I said to myself, “Wow, a tough crowd”
“enough chit-chat. Just move your leg.”
“I can’t, it’s stuck.”
I was trying to see how he is stuck but I can’t go any further. I had to move down somehow. I have a solution.
I said to him, “Don’t freak out.”
“I will try.”
Thank goodness I was wearing a pair of jeans. I had to do a complete 180. I wrapped my legs around him. He was scared.
I said, “Just because a girl wraps her legs around you, it doesn’t mean that you are going to die, it means that probably you would get lucky but you wouldn’t know anything about that, so…”
He calmed down. I reached down to see that his leg was caught by two metal poles.
I asked, “What were you trying to pull, man?”
He replied, “I lost my footing.”
After examining the scene of the crime, I reached my verdict. “you gotta ditch the shoe. “
“omg, no, it’s expensive.”
“fine then have a nice day. Bye.”
He didn’t let me go. He held me tight and said, “Fine, I’ll ditch it.”
He ditched the shoe therefore he was able to liberate his leg. I went a little further down and was able to take hold of the shoe.
“I got the shoe.”
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