Trapped

Chapter 1

The following part was made by my English teacher and this story was my essay I had to right for class.( Love you Mrs. Walizer !) Hope you enjoy! P.S I'm only in 7th grade so some parts might be a little confusing or weird. I have a very "strange" mind that I myself don't now how it works. Also haters if you are going to hate then just don't read the book. Love you all ( even the haters)~

~Elme73

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The rustle of the stale leaves beneath my feet is soothing. They fly up with every shuffle I take. Walking in the woods is pure serenity. The periwinkle blue sky is so clear, I feel like this is all my imagination. When I stopped walking the sound ceases and all I can hear is nature. The uncontaminated stream rolls over the rocks, comforting me. On the banks of the stream is the lush vegetation that brushes me with a faint sense of welcome as I walk by. I hear they repetitive drumming of a woodpecker in the trees and the familiar noise of a creature in the bushes. There are not many bugs this time of year, and for that I am grateful. Right now it is just me under the influence of Mother Nature. There is nothing else to be concerned about, which makes me feel like a child again.

Small raindrops start to fall and I realize a storm is quickly approaching and I need to seek shelter. I run through the forest with limbs an droplets hitting my face. The fog is dense and I can barely see, but a sense of warmth from within indicates I am going the right way. As I crest a small hill the fog seems to slightly lift and I am able to see what appears to be a structure; rough, old, but a structure. I walk briskly as I am out of breath and too exhausted to run any longer. I step onto the porch of the small cabin and the boards groan as though they have been awakened from a hundred year slumber. I open the door and the creak is as defining as the resistance presented by the floor boards of the porch. I cautiously enter the shack since I fear I am not the only guest. Under a table in the corner I see the outline of a box. I am intrigued. As I get closer I see the intricate art work that adorns the chest and I am even more fascinated. I walk as though I am crossing thin ice, yet I hurry as an excited young child on Christmas morning. In an instant I have reached the container under the table and now I am apprehensive in opening it. My hands tremble as I reach for the lid. the wooden case is cold an foreign to my hands. It startles me to fathom what I will see when I lift the lid, but I know I must. I flex my biceps and slowly lift, oh my, I never expected to find...

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That's it for now I will try to post whenever I can. I do have dance and school work but I will post as soon as I can.

Love you all,

Elme73