Trapped

I don't have much to say.

ROLL 'EM!!!!

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The knife dropped from her hand with a loud echoing clunk. She saw a spark, another one, and then it was gone. She was depressed, so depressed, in fact, that she unknowingly cut her already injured finger. Her prized sky blue eyes looked at the blender switch, and recieved another shock. The plug was sparking, and a few many drops of oil were glistening on the floor. Her blender was working furiously, so furiously, in fact, that it had lost control. A blade flew out, shattering the jug. She sided backwards just in time-but the blade grazed the side of her face.

Only two hours ago, she could have been the happiest girl in the world. Only 30 minutes ago, her world had crumbled. She had lost everything- from her parents to her riches. 'Life was so  unfair- and so cruel.' Every thing seemed to happen to her. From the extreme-est to the dull-est. This was the last, most horrible thing that had ever happened to her.

"Life will throw everything at you, be prepared, and always face it with a smile," her dad always said. But could she smile now? She wouldn't dare. After all she had been through, how could she even try to smile?! She was heart-broken, she was angry, she felt guilty, she was sad, she was depressed, so many emotions at once! , and was vexed to find herself not even shedding a single tear.

The spark found itself down onto the glistening marble floor, and a tiny inferno found itself growing, and in no time at all, it consumed half of her kitchen.

Terrified, she stood there, paralyzed with shock. She knew what was coming, she couldn't escape. "No, this can't be- no way," she kept whispering, hoping it would ease the tension. It didn't.

The huge blaze was growing, threatening to consume her, but she came to her senses, and ran to her room.  She grabbed the phone, and called Dylan, her boyfriend. He picked up after the first ring.

"Hello, Macy, where are you? Are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked her worriedly.

"Dylan, please come quick-It's my house-a f-fire-in the k-kitchen-it's so big-Dylan p-please help me, I'm so scared," she replied shakily, and went meek at the end. She was so scared.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa, hold on! A fire-at your house? Please Macy calm down!" Dylan almost shouted, for Macy was stuttering so much that it was hard to decipher anything. And he was getting a bad feeling himself. "I-I'm coming; just hold on Macy, okay? Macy, you there? Macy?! MACY!!" He shouted, for she wasn't responding.

She had dropped the phone. Her heart pounding in fear and shock, all Macy could do was stand there scared out of her wits and watch, for the blinding inferno had consumed her whole apartment, and only her room was left.

The last thing Macy Andrews heard was the thunder and rush of raoring fire, as it consumed her completely.

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 Umm...Hi! So basically I love stories themed this way. All that mystery and murder, along with a little bit of romance, earns the trophy by me. And I hope you like this one. Sure, it's short, but I just hope. ^_^