Stuff I wrote for school!

Person Vs. Person assignment

Pax knew that walking at night was dangerous. But it didn't stop them from doing it.

The cold night air seemed to be fresher than at day. The night sky, with or without stars, was breathtaking. And the city sidewalks without people were much preferred to the introverted teen than the crowned daytime sidewalks.

They exit their apartment, shutting and locking the door behind them. Their headphones were already on and playing their favorite playlist to block out the noise of cars racing by and calls of anyone trying to interact with them.

The teen slips quietly outside of their apartment building, the doors automatically closing behind them. The rush of cool night air gives them a lovely reminder of why they love night air more than daytime air.

They turn to the right, closing their eyes and breathing in the fresh air without the smell of smoke from their neighbors. Pax lets out a sigh, following their normal route towards the midnight bakery.

They glance down the alley between their building and the neighboring one. Scrunching their nose in disgust at the piles of trash on the dumpster and the worn down bricks. The rotten smell seemed to be worse that night than the previous.

They shrug off the sight, strolling down the sidewalk until they reach the end of the block.

However, after passing by the alley, Pax couldn't quite shake the feeling of someone watching them. They flip around slowly, the fear growing when they don't spot anyone there.

Pax decides to turn back, slipping their headphones down onto their neck and pausing their music so they could hear if there were any signs of danger that may occur.

They pass by the alley again, their anxiety almost gone before they feel the weight of a hand placed on their shoulder.

Pax lets out a scream, elbowing whoever had grabbed them in the stomach as hard as they could.

They flip around, flinching as their headphones crash to the ground.

Behind them was a masked figure, taller than them by at least a foot.

They take a few steps back, the street lights flickering on and off causing them a headache and increasing their growing fear.

The figure takes a step closer, pulling a knife out of their pocket and pointing it towards the teen.

Pax screams again, turning around and running as fast as they could.

"And that's the end," I say, pulling my eyes off of my paper and grinning around the classroom.

My peers stare at me, most with bored eyes but a few with wide eyes. I turn to my teacher with a massive grin.

"What did you think?" I ask, bouncing on my feet, "Did I do good?"

The teacher stutters, "Well, Aspen, the assignment was to write something about someone on a walk."

"And I did that!" I retorted, my smile fading a little, "The main character was on a walk."

"Well, yes..." She states, "They were,"

"So I did good?" I ask again, folding my story up and placing it in my pocket carefully, "I get my grade?"

She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, "You do, go sit down."

I smile, walking back to my seat and watching as another one of my classmates reads their story.

What a lovely day.