I stay still, but my breathing is irregular. She knows that I'm scared with that smirk of hers. I drop the rope and run for the door. She grabs my neck in between her hands and slams me to the wall. I try to struggle, but breathing is difficult. I kick her in the stomach and grab her by the collar. I propel her face to the wall, giving her a bloody nose. She knees me in the stomach a few times. Blood isn't the best taste, even if I'm used to it. I step my right leg back and punch hard at the jaw. She bounces off the wall and lies on the ground face first.
I take the rope and run back out of the room. I spit out some blood that's brimming in my mouth. I take a moment to look at how much it is and I continue running. I can hear gunshots from where I am. I hide behind a wall, to see Ron shooting almost every guard that comes near him. Nobody leaves alive or not bloody.
"Ron!" I scream out. He meets me and we start running. He shoots a couple of guards behind us. "We need to get to the roof." He nods. We find the stair well and block the door with a box nearby. We run upstairs till we reach the door that leads to the roof. He tried to open the door. "Crap, it's locked."
"So what?! Use the scissor thing!" I say frantically.
"I am, I am!"
We're both sweaty, bloody and afraid. The guards are coming, I can hear them yell at each other. The door finally broke open and I immediately run to one of the rusty fire exits that cut off in the middle. I tie one end of the rope to the rails. "Slide down, they're coming!" I yell. Ron slides like how a firefighter does, to rescue people. Rescuing ourselves is our only goal. I slide down with one arm after seeing the guards run out. The wind blows on my face and dries out my sweat. A minivan drifts out of nowhere and a figure rolls the windows down. "Get over here!" Kyla says.

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They Are Stars
Short Story(my grade 8 english project, dont expect much) When your people pass away And everything fades, When you get tangled in a mess, Will you still keep up with this charade? - Fifteen year old, Lian Joulo moved to her grandma's apartment in Manila after...