"There are murmurs. They are nothing like those murmurs- they are gentler, like birds launching from branches." Insurgent, Veronica Roth.
The hallway is silent. I'm running down the hallway, in hopes of getting a spot. A spot in my school's talent show. No one's trying to stop me.
Everything is frozen- not literally, obviously. But everybody's practically frozen. They're waiting for the instant where I trip and fall.
I know that no matter what, I will keep running. I'll keep running down this hall, even if a teacher makes an attempt to stop me. This is my passion; what I'm running for.
When I believe I'm finally reaching my destination, my friend, Reni, appears at a doorway to the left of me.
"Indie! Where are you going?!", she yells as a break in the torturing silence.
I don't answer.
Suddenly I have this unusual sensation of falling. I'm instinctively scared out of my life. It doesn't feel like a normal fall, or trip.
It feels like I'm falling for hours, when in reality, it's only a few seconds. Hard to describe. I know I'm still running, but I feel like I'm falling. Into a dark pit of nothing. No feelings, no thoughts, no life. I don't know where I am anymore.
The hallway stretches longer and longer. I've finally stopped feeling like I'm falling. I'm now brought back to reality. I'm still running. But I soon realize, that the more I run, the farther I run, the hallway stretches out. Longer than I've ever seen it before.
I'm dazed and confused.
Why am I running?
The hallway turns, and turns, and turns, in an endless maze. Things that used to be in one place, are now in another.
"What?", I silently whisper under my breath. It doesn't come out like a normal whisper. It comes out like a hiss. The sounds of trees' leaves brushing swiftly past each other, but quieter.
I usually have a "never look back" attitude, but this situation has changed my ways.
I glance behind me and I stop in my tracks.
Never in a million years would I stop running.
But this? This, is different.
I cannot believe what I see.
YOU ARE READING
Run.
Teen Fiction" I know that one day I won't be on this earth anymore. A world without the physical me- what will that look like? I'll seep down into the soil, become a plant, a tree; I'll be falling leaves, yellow, crunching under a child's feet until I am dust...
