Chapter 1-Trouble never sleeps.
“Almost there…just cut the RED wire, or was it the green one? Oh just great! I can’t remember.” I whispered to myself. The tension mounts. I quickly reached for the 2-way radio and frantically pressed the bright red button on it. The static blared through and I heard a voice, a familiar one.
It was Ashley, one of my surprisingly genius friends.
“Sam? SAM! Did you cut the wire yet?!”
She really sounded concerned.
I hesitated for a moment.
I know that she’ll probably get really annoyed at the next thing I said but it had to be done.
“Ash. Yeah…err…a bit of a problem here. I CAN’T REMEMBER WHICH ONE TO CUT!”
No answer.
The radio had cut out.
My heart began to race faster and faster.
The adrenalin surging through my veins not helping in the least as the counter on the time bomb quickly reaches ten seconds.
“Damn.” I cursed my own forgetfulness.
The clock accelerated
I thought fast, searching every crevice of the small room with my limited peripheral vision…the window, being small and mud-caked looked like the only safe way out.
I rushed towards it. I felt guilty about not being able to save the largest chocolate factory in town from ultimate destruction.
”…5…4…3…2…”
My heart raced as I jumped straight through the window, glass grazed every visible part of my body. That’s when I felt a sharp pain on my right arm…
“Sam.”, someone whispered.
My eyes were still shut; I felt the cold sweat on my back evaporating in the hot sun.
Wait sunlight?
There was no sunlight in the underground that I’d escaped to.
I opened my eyes feeling like a complete idiot to not realize that I was dreaming, in class right next to Ashley. I was asleep near the window and not on the run from the F.B.I and other special forces in San Francisco.
“Sam!” the whisper sounded more frantic than before. That’s when I realised that It was Ashley. I look up at her and then at the hard staring face on my left A.K.A our English teacher. Ms Dickenson.
“You’ve enjoyed your little slumber, Hmmm? Maybe you can carry on later because you need this for the end of year exams which is just a few weeks from now.” She said sounding slightly amused.
“Sorry, Ma’m. It won’t happen again.” I apologized. I felt like a complete idiot because as you can imagine, everyone’s eyes were focused on solely one person.
Me.
I could feel my face getting red-hot.
Ms. Dickenson then directed her attention to the rest of the class. She was suddenly interrupted when the bell rang deafeningly.
She sighed.
“Okay then, remember your short stories are due in two weeks time and that a story is always about the main character and a big change in their life and it counts for twenty percent of your final marks this term!” she shouted after us as we left the class.
Ashley and her best friend Natalie commented on my nap in class. I really didn’t feel like talking to them. Well, it was more Natalie than Ashley.
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