Mat
It is a deeply cold night. My bones ache from the long drive. Little Angie was still sleeping on my lap. I wanted to get out and look at the new bomb shealter. Even thought we're nowhere near a bullet it's still better to be safe. My parents are still thinking about where to hind the keys. They bought lots of hid-a-keys so no one will notice. Out here I don't think anyone will care. I told them I would figure it out, but all I have is my paint set and none of the colors are this white.
Mom picks up Angie. The wind finally settles. She lays her on the bed in the first room. I stare at her in envy. She can settle in so quickly, but I feel like I have gotten frost bite.
My parents started up the car again and told me they'll be back. I was still confused why anyone would go after me Angie if they wanted our dad. I didn't even like dad that much, but not enought to kill him. He used to be very kind and considerate; then he bought this house roughly five years ago and spent more time here than at home. When he went to court and asked for an alibi mom actually lied for him. He was found innocent four years ago.
I took food, paper, pen, a bucket, and a little water to the shealter. I place the bucket under the leak in the corner, and the rest of the supplys in the closet. I shut the door. If you look at the door it is not hard to see that the door is wrong. It locks on the outside not the inside. It was almost as if to keep someone inside, like a cage. In emergencys someone would have to stay behind, poor guy.
Theres a bang. Something is in the house. I run onto the porch and peek up. A man was oblivious. Searching for something. I crawl against those boards. I finally reach the first room window. I slid it open gently. I see Angie's eyes shake in the night. Theres a loud gun shot. I crawl to her as she clings to the pillow. I take her hand and quickly lead her to the open window. I quickly grab the hide-a-key and paints I left on the floor. I slid through the door and grab her shaky hand. I pull her across the yard. The glistening snow pounds hard.
I shove her into the shealter. She grabs my hand stubornly. I shake it off and slam the door in her face. I lock it with a shaky hand. The gun blast from the other side of the house. He must be angry.
I take the hid-a-key and my skin toned paint. I stroke the color on fast. It blends just in time. I lift my hair. With smooth movements I place the key and hid-a-key on my neck. I drop my hair again. Though long you can see the side. I take out the braid holding my hair. My hair drops to the waist area. My hair dances in the snowing wind.
The last window left the loudest smash. It makes make shiver that i'm out here, with him. I shiver as his shadow reachs me from the window. He darts. I feel him in the air. The positon changes. His white breath is a moving fire. Behind me he jumps slightly. By time I turn he had moved out of sight and is holding some cloth to my face. I feel sleepy. The snow turns to a light bed. He's mind tricking me. It's... working.
Mom picks up Angie. The wind finally settles. She lays her on the bed in the first room. I stare at her in envy. She can settle in so quickly, but I feel like I have gotten frost bite.
My parents started up the car again and told me they'll be back. I was still confused why anyone would go after me Angie if they wanted our dad. I didn't even like dad that much, but not enought to kill him. He used to be very kind and considerate; then he bought this house roughly five years ago and spent more time here than at home. When he went to court and asked for an alibi mom actually lied for him. He was found innocent four years ago.
I took food, paper, pen, a bucket, and a little water to the shealter. I place the bucket under the leak in the corner, and the rest of the supplys in the closet. I shut the door. If you look at the door it is not hard to see that the door is wrong. It locks on the outside not the inside. It was almost as if to keep someone inside, like a cage. In emergencys someone would have to stay behind, poor guy.
Theres a bang. Something is in the house. I run onto the porch and peek up. A man was oblivious. Searching for something. I crawl against those boards. I finally reach the first room window. I slid it open gently. I see Angie's eyes shake in the night. Theres a loud gun shot. I crawl to her as she clings to the pillow. I take her hand and quickly lead her to the open window. I quickly grab the hide-a-key and paints I left on the floor. I slid through the door and grab her shaky hand. I pull her across the yard. The glistening snow pounds hard.
I shove her into the shealter. She grabs my hand stubornly. I shake it off and slam the door in her face. I lock it with a shaky hand. The gun blast from the other side of the house. He must be angry.
I take the hid-a-key and my skin toned paint. I stroke the color on fast. It blends just in time. I lift my hair. With smooth movements I place the key and hid-a-key on my neck. I drop my hair again. Though long you can see the side. I take out the braid holding my hair. My hair drops to the waist area. My hair dances in the snowing wind.
The last window left the loudest smash. It makes make shiver that i'm out here, with him. I shiver as his shadow reachs me from the window. He darts. I feel him in the air. The positon changes. His white breath is a moving fire. Behind me he jumps slightly. By time I turn he had moved out of sight and is holding some cloth to my face. I feel sleepy. The snow turns to a light bed. He's mind tricking me. It's... working.
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