The Rescue

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My foot went through the bridge! Snap! A giant crocodile snapped its  jaw and it's razor-sharp teeth just missed my trapped foot by a few inches. "Ahhhhh help!" I screamed, knowing that no one was going to hear me. I was wrong. 

  A girl with black hair burst through the door at the other side of the bridge.
  "I'm coming to help you, stay where you are!"
  "Not a problem" I replied, looking at my foot which was still stuck in the bridge. She rushed over without breaking the bridge and pulled my foot free.
  "Come with me, QUICK!" the girl said urgently.
  "Okay, I'm coming!" I said.

  We raced across the bridge, me following her exact footsteps so I didn't fall again, and made it to the other side. She asked if I was hurt, and after I was saying that I was fine and that I only had a few scratches, we went through the door and everything went black.

                                  *
  I opened my eyes and I was in ANOTHER unfamiliar room. This room, however, was a bedroom. It had black walls and a white wood floor. It was a very pretty room with all of the candles lighting up pictures of cute little animals on the wall. The candles were also giving off a lovely rose smell. I noticed that I lying down on a really comfy bed.

  I was alone in the room so I sat up. I heard the door swing open and the girl from earlier walked in and gave me a warm smile. I shyly smiled back. I was able to get a good look at her now. Her black hair was in a neat pony tail and she looked around my age (19 almost 20). She had blue, husky eyes and her skin was a tiny bit more tanned than mine. She wore a black and white hoodie and matching jogging bottoms with red trainers. Overall, she looked like a nice person.

  I had so many questions in my head that were making my brain buzz. Talking about buzzing, where was that map? I checked my pockets but it was missing! She caught on to what I was looking for somehow.
  "Don't worry about that map. I have it now. I can tell that you have a lot of questions to ask me. Do you?" she asked.
  "Umm, yeah I do actually." I replied.
  "Well then, ask away!" she said happily.

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