Door 4- Chapter 2

“What’s your name, kid?” asked the man. He had large sea blue eyes and pencil thin lips. He kind of looked like a fish. “Uh...” I was thinking of a fake name so he wouldn't know that I was the girl he was looking for. “My name is… is, Allison.” I started trembling. “Really?" he said with some measure of disbelief. "Do you know a Vanessa by any chance?” He held a dagger right below my neck. “No.” I said flatly. The man pushed me to the ground like a and I fell like a ragdoll. He walked away. “I’m not going to kill you. But if I find out you’re lying or if you tell someone about this little scene, then I will kill you," he said. I sprinted away as fast as I could and didn't risk looking back.

All throughout science class, I was shaking. I couldn’t concentrate on my test. “Is something wrong, Vanessa?” asked Ms. Johnson. “Uh, no I’m just fidgeting because I’m trying to think of the answer to question six.” I told her. She nodded and walked away.
Outside, the murderer was walking back to his van when he stepped on something. It was Vanessa's wallet. He opened the wallet. Inside was Vanessa's ID. “That stupid girl is Vanessa!!” The man yelled. He started going through her wallet and found a small piece of notebook paper. On the paper was Vanessa's cell phone number and her address. The man chuckled to himself and shoved the paper into the pocket of his blue jeans and tossed the wallet into a nearby bush. He touched the dagger in his pocket and quickly walked back to his van.

“Bye mom! I’ll see you after school.” Vanessa shouted to her mom. She shut the door and locked it tight behind her. The morning air was chilly so she zipped her fleece jacket. “Why is there a van parked outside our house?” Vanessa said to herself. She shrugged then kept on walking to her bus stop. As she approached the spot where she met the bus each morning, a van was approaching behind her. She turned around to look and saw the van. She was a little anxious, so she walked more quickly. The van was also moved faster. Vanessa ran past her bus stop to the intersection. She stopped on the corner and hoped the van would drive but it didn't. The van stopped. The window rolled down. Cigarette smoke drifted out the window. The door opened abruptly and a man stepped out. It was the murderer. In his hand he held the dagger. “Hello Vanessa,” he grinned.

To be continued

Door 4 (working title) Chapter 1

“Vanessa, I am really sorry about your grandpa.” Allison said. “At least he died from old age and not a slow, painful death from an illness,” Carry said. Vanessa had a tear run down her cheek. Allison slapped Carry on her thigh. “Why did you say that? It made her more upset.” Allison fumed. Carry shrugged. “Guys, it’s fine. I’m just going to go for a little walk to try to take my mind off of him.” Vanessa hopped off the wooden bench and ran down the grass covered hill. She took a nice walk around the ball field and thought about how she was going to get through her science test she had later that day when she hadn't even studied. “Ugh, I’m dead meat.” Vanessa said to herself. “Ouch! Stop it! Get off of me!! Let me go!! Please!” cried a strange voice that Vanessa did not recognize. “What was that?” she thought to herself as she ran towards the voice. It was coming from door 4. Vanessa tip toed over toward the noise. Her heart thundered in her chest as she watched a man she didn't recognize hover over a boy. “Ouch stop! Get off!!! I’ll do anything! Just stop!” screamed the boy. “Where was everyone? How come no one could hear the cries of this boy?” Vanessa thought to herself.  The man mumbled something to his captive, but I couldn’t understand him from where I stood. “Vanessa? Who’s Vanessa? I can’t do that!!! HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!” the boy cried out. I gasped and covered my mouth in disbelief just as the man plunged his dagger directly into the boys chest. The boy slumped lifelessly to the ground, blood pouring from his chest, painting the concrete around him scarlet. I could no longer hold my own fear or my own pain inside myself. I whimpered. The murderer slowly turned his head toward me. I tried to run but it felt like my feet were nailed to the ground. The man walked closer and closer until we were nose to nose.


To be continued

I'm a flip flop kind of person.

I love flip flops
I wear flip flops everyday!!!
Except in gym when i have to change to sneakers
but then i change right back into my flip flops
I feel bad for people who can't wear flip flops because they have weird feet
sometimes for people, flip flops don't give much support so they can hurt your feet
I hate the kind of flip flops that have a huge wedge heel
but i don't like really flat ones either
i like ones with a little wedge heel
they are so comfortable to walk in and even run in!
i would run in them but my gym teacher makes me wear sneakers
but oh well
Right now I'm wearing light brown flip flops with dark blue and a little pink paw print
I got them for my birthday
What kind of shoe person are you?
do you like flip flops, sneakers, clogs, boots, etc?