Another story. This one is called "Escape Artist." I was really, REALLY PO'ed at one of my classmates when I wrote the first part and the middle part. That sort of explains a little bit. 
And duh, it's not finished, because the girl giggling devilishly at the start of the story's climax would be a REALLY lame ending. I looked to my left. No students were sitting next to me. I looked to my right. No one was there with me; I was the only one who was inside this recess. It was time to escape. I tore off my nametag, which gladly announced my name: Kate Kleon.
I gathered up my hip-pack of small writing books and began to sneak through the school building. My aim was the front door. I was careful not to grab the attention of the students in the other classrooms, as my parents would literally try to kill me if they found out. I made sure they wouldn’t find out, no matter what.
I was sneaking around rather smoothly and quietly, until I got to the principal’s office. The principal, whose name was Mr. Mordo, was always very watchful. My forehead became sweaty as I looked around to make sure no one saw my new plan-to-be. I ran into the office and hopped around for some effect.
“Mr. Mordo! Mr. Mordo! I really need to go to the bathroom!” I yelled urgently as I charged into the room. He sighed and pointed to the bathroom. I followed the direction he pointed in and walked into the tiny bathroom. I looked around frantically. Aha! A window! I grabbed the small step-stool that was by the sink (it was to help the younger kids to reach up there to wash their hands) and put it right under the window.
I stepped up onto the stool, and then grabbed at the window. I pulled the rest of myself up so I had my feet on the wall. Only then did I find out that the window had no way to open it! With a swift move of the fist, the window was out of the way. I cringed as I stared at my bloody fist, but I continued on my mission.
I clambered out of the window. I was in the front garden. I just needed to run across the road, and I’d be gone; into the forest. I smiled to myself and began to run across the road. I didn’t bother to look both ways before I crossed, because I was sure I could make it. I tripped on a rock and fell. I heard a sickening crack in my right leg. I tried to get up, but it seemed my leg wouldn’t listen to me. Here I was, in the middle of the road, on the ground, with a possibly broken leg, and surely with the teachers after me.
I heard a sound coming my way. I looked up. A truck! Coming towards me! It was now or never, I had to get up! I scrambled on my hands and single working knee off the road and into the forest, where it sloped downwards into a much thicker part of the forest. I watched as the truck that could’ve killed me rushed by. It kicked up some sand. I closed and shielded my eyes and backed away foolishly, and ended up rolling down the sloping hill leading further into the forest.
I hit my back on a tree and heard yet another terrible-sounding crack. I was hopeless. I tried to move, but I could barely stand the pain. I cried to myself and wondered at what time at night the coyotes or bears would come out and kill me.
And then I heard something. A voice, I was sure. All of a sudden, I felt calm. The pain felt as if it was no longer existent. I got up in a glazed-over state and began to walk somewhere. I wasn’t sure where I was walking, but I just knew I was walking somewhere.
All of a sudden, as I was still walking further into the forest, the effect wore off altogether. I collapsed on the ground and began to cry to myself again. I heard the cracking of branches behind me. A shadow towered over me from behind, and I wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was on its hind legs and it was extremely tall, but was it a bear or something else entirely? Before long, two near-identical shadows were in view. I fell over powerlessly from my knees and onto my side, and then, out of pure fear and pain, became unconscious. The last thing I heard then was two voices talking to each other.
When I woke up, I found myself in a building. Was it all just a dream? Yes, it was a dream, I was sure. .. Or not. I looked around the room and noticed something strange; I was in some sort of building made out of something that looked like tree trunks, or maybe thick bamboo pieces.
“She’s awake.” I heard a voice behind me say. A shadow, like the ones before, towered over me. I shivered, and even that hurt. I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder. “I’m assuming you’re very confused?” A teenage girl’s voice whispered in my ear. All I could do was nod slowly and hope for the best. “Quiet, you’ll scare her!” The voice of a teenage boy called out, presumably to the one who had whispered to me earlier. I felt like it wasn’t possible to speak… Or live, for that matter.
“She’s still hurt, smart-alek. I don’t think she would care.” The girl’s voice hissed. “
Do you care?” All of a sudden, like in those cheesy comedy movies, the girl stuck her black-haired head right in front of my face, startling me (
just like in those cheesy comedy movies!). I literally rolled right off the bed and onto the hard, wooden, floor. My body didn’t hurt now, it was so strange. “You dumbo.” The boy said unemotionally. The girl giggled devilishly.
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