This is a vocab thing for school so some of the words are bold. Enjoy. (My poor teacher)
My feet thump against the ground. The weight jars my legs but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My breaths come in short puffs and I’m gasping for air that I can't quite obtain. Everyone just glances at me and goes on with their day, no one benevolent enough to help me. The kids who were boisterous moments before scream and duck behind their mommies as they pull the kids indoors. No one left to help me. All of them are biased toward the girl in the ripped dress running from a monster.
Running from the shadows.
The beast behind me shrieks a loud and shrill sound that is too close to a laugh. It’s enjoying this, it knows soon I will give out and it will be on me in just seconds. Oh, how brusque it is. How much I just want to turn and show it I am not afraid.
Except I am. And it wouldn’t be a sign of bravery but stupidity. They may be the same at times, but not today.
I need to find somewhere capacious to hold it. To lock it in and then take that moment to escape. I wish I were more brazen so could just let someone else deal with the beast so I could just go off and just live the rest of my life. However short it may be.
I run past a camaraderie and they all look up and then fall over in their chairs. The beast pays them no mind, its sights are set on me. I silently curse under my breath.
Stop running. You know you can’t win. I can see it written all over, you will fall into my jaws.
Apparently, it's clairvoyant now. But I don’t stop. I keep going, pushing myself harder. But eventually, I start to slow down from exhaustion and lack of breath. I trip over a raised stone and fall onto the cold ground. Looking up blearily I smile.
“Uncle. I capitulate.”
Those are my last words before I am torn to shreds.218Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXBWUE1aUc4
