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We were being attacked. The hand gave me a heart attack. I think I literally peed my pants. I stomped on it and it went still. More hands aproached us. This is the end for me. If I'm going to try to survive, I can't commit suicide now.
But anyways, the hands drew back later on and gave up. I make them all turn their heads so I can change. Most of them just step out of the patched area. It's left to me and Aaron again. I tell him to go but he insists on staying.
"You better not look.." I give him the stink eye.
He turns, laughing, "I won't!"
That doesn't satisfy my thought of him turning around and seeing me undress. I quickly change underwear and pants. He never looked. I brush my hair and everyone comes back in.
I got a black tank top and baggy camo pants on. I go barefoot. I'll put my boots on later. It doesn't matter at this point. Atleast not now. We ll step out for fresh air. I feel myself sinking into the soft mud. I look down to see hands pulling me in. I thrash at them and kick, screaming for the others.
(Sorry for such a short chappie. I'll make it up to you next chappie. c:)
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Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
