Finally, after what felt like days of sleeping the boy woke up. Erica and I had taken turns sleeping and watching him, when we got the feeling it was night, in case he woke up and needed something. It was my turn to sleep so Erica was watching him. I woke up with red hair tickling my cheek and shaking. "He's up, he's up," She said excitedly. I jumped up and ran over to his cot which was at the other end of the row from mine. "Has he said anything yet?" I asked Erica, not wanting to miss a thing that happened with him. "No, just something that sounded like wah," She said. I immediately thought WATER! I ran over to the sink, and grabbed the grimy cup from the sink and filled it with water. I gave it to him and he drank it like he hadn't seen water in days, which was probably true. "Thanks," He whispered gratefully. "So, what's your name?" I asked him. "Bay, you?" "Eliza Boodwitch and this is my sister, Erica Boodwitch," I said pointing at my sister who had wandered to the front of the cell and was trying yet again to pick the lock with her fingernail and failing. "So, how did you get caught?" I asked him thinking it would be an interesting story. He told me, "I work as a spy to take this organization down. This place is one of the leading kidnapper headquarters on the planet and I wanted to stop them. I got caught and they tried to kill me, I fought back and as you can see, I lost that fight." I told him what my story was and Erica told him hers. "We need to get out of here," Bay said. "How?" I asked. There were guards at every door, I already knew that. "We surprise them, we take their guns and then we shoot them and hopefully kill them," Bay replied. He had clearly thought this out many times. "How many times have you been held captive?" I asked. "Only about 12 times," He replied. And he meant it. Just then two bulky guards stepped into the cell. "The boss has decided that the oldest female and male are to be kept for testing however, the youngest female will be executed in the morning, we have no use for her."
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PrzygodoweAn unfinished story I wrote in fourth grade. It's really terrible but I thought I might as well put it on here.