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for all you followers who dodnt exist i just wanted to give a shout out to my new charity:
The Fly Free Project

I have been inspired by my amazing grandmother to great tiny paper cranes and creat jewelery out of them. I have been experimentuing with other subjects as well. every 3 months 1/2 the profits will go to a different orginization.

 if you have any suggestions please feel free to write me at:
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Escaped By: Teddy

Mini Novel
Revised
UNfinished

PROLOUGE

Evelyn’s hands shook as she shoved the rest of her clothes into her backpack. She heard the click of the hall monitors shoes in the hallway. She switched off her light and zipped up the bag.  Hastily she opened up the window and a cool spring breeze rolled in.

Evelyn swung out onto the fire escape and closed the window behind her. She dropped down on her hands and knees, the cold metal made her cringe.

The nightly patrol officer was nowhere in sight. She crawled down the first flight of stairs. She jumped to the ground below then raced across the courtyard. Her last obstacle, the wall. Large stonewalls about 10 feet high surrounded the schoolyard. It prevented anyone unwanted from coming in and getting out.

Evelyn had a plan of course. She heaved herself up into a large oak tree it grew over the wall no one ever noticed it.

She was close to the top when she found the sturdy branch that lead would remove her from the jail she had to call home since her dad split 2 years ago. Her mom sent her away because she couldn’t take care of her on her own. Evelyn had received the news that her mother had gotten married again and was coming to take her home. Evelyn didn’t know where home was anymore.

She slid off the branch landing heavily on sidewalk below. She picked herself up and took out the slip of paper her “pen friend” from the boys division had given her. She found the bus stop and waited.

Chapter 1

Evelyn dropped her stuff on the bench and slumped down next to it. This was ridiculous, she’d actually agreed to meet at the cemetery in the dead of night.

Evelyn saw a car pass she looked down at her watch. It was 1:52 am. Brandon said to be here at 2:00 she was early, as per usual. The dim streetlights flickered. A cold wind blew her dark brown hair. There was a howl from inside the cemetery. She didn't like the idea of living in catacombs but it beat living with stuck up, snotty rich girls.

Evelyn put her hands in her navy blue sweatshirt and closed her eyes. She heard the screech of a bus’ breaks. Someone emerged into the night. The doors closed and it drove away. The person headed her way.

"Brandon?" she whispered. She stood up and he stopped under a streetlight revealing his face. He was tall with broad shoulders. His dark brown hair was tossled. She hadn’t imagined him so, mature.

"I’m Evelyn and your…" she introduced her selfs.

"Brandon? The crazy one who convinced you to meet at a cemetery? Your literature “pen friend” ?” he said with a jokingly tone in his voice. She smiled a bit.

She walked with him over to the bench and she picked up her backpack.

"Where are we going anyway?” she asked slinging it over her shoulder.

"Well at school I did some research about the catacombs and people who were buried there. There aren't a lot of so-called 'spirits' but I've got a couple of choices." he pulled out a map. It had little xs and colorful circles. Evelyn recognized ponds and roads.

"Let’s go." she said. She saw a car coming down the road. They hopped over the fence and hid behind a grave. Evelyn saw a twisting road going up a hill. There were catacombs, grave stones, and clean cut grass everywhere.

They started up a hill. At the top was a big brick entrance sealed shut with huge rocks. The name carved into the stone was Anderson.

"How do we get in?" Evelyn traced the letter designs with her hand.

She couldn't fit her fingernail in the crack. Brandon held up some keys.

"This way." he place one in the a little keyhole in the bottom. Slowly the doors opened. She pulled out her flashlight. She shone it around in the little passage way. It had marks on the floor where there would have pushed in the tombs. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere. She saw something move.

She followed it with her flashlight.

"It’s just a rat!" Brandon chuckled.

Evelyn glared at him. She crawled thru. Brandon followed. She stopped.

"Why’d you stop?" he asked and sat down.

"We aren't supposed to be here. I don't want to get caught, close It." she looked past him and saw a car pull up at the gates.

"Quickly!" she shoved him.

He pulled it shut and locked it.  She crawled two more feet and it opened up into a large room. There were other halls tall enough to walk thru leading away from the first room. Over each of them it was marked. 1, 2, 3, and two other blank ones. She heard Brandon stand up behind her.

"Wow."

"I know.” She pulled out a lantern and lit the candle.  She Hung it on a nail poking out of some stone. Brandon lit his.  The room was fully lit.

"We can't stay here. We have to use one of the other rooms" Brandon said, pulling his flashlight back out. Brandon took her hand and led her down the 5th passage. They reached the end. It was a big empty room that was covered in cobwebs, just like Brandon.

Evelyn looked at him and snickered hiding her laugh. He pulled a strand off his face. They lit three lanterns and hung them up.

"It’s a mess. Where will we sleep?" she asked.

"In our sleeping bags...for now."

Evelyn sighed. She plastered a big fake smile on her face.

Brandon saw her expression.

"I don't know! You still have your credit card right?"

"Yeah..."Evelyn searched her bag.

"Shoot!" she pulled out her purse and dumped it all over the floor.

Evelyn pulled out two pieces of the blue card. “Oops”

She pulled out a few towels she had swiped and she set them on the floor.

 She unrolled her sleeping bag and pulled out a small pillow.  She was tired and her extra large coffee was wearing off.

 She saw Brandon had the same set up. Eve smiled goodnight and blew out her lantern. The first night, what in the world was she doing?

  Chapter 2 

The next morning when Evelyn woke up she was starved. She looked at her watch it was 6. Brandon was across the room snoring loudly. She got up and walked over to were he was. They were just friends, despite the fact he was a psycho nerd, who was kind of…KIND OF cute. She bent over him and shook him awake.

"Wha... Huh?" he sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, Morning'!" he stretched, his muscular arms flexed. Eve found her self-staring for a moment, just ONE.

"I’m starved let's go eat,” she said sleepily.

“Sounds good... Uh you should change,” he said looking at her attire. She was in her dirty jeans and tank top.

"Right." she blushed rubbing her arms. She zipped open her bag and pulled out a green cami and a pair of new blue jeans. She slipped in her sleeping bag and changed.

Quietly she flded her dirty clothes and put them in a bag. She saw Brandon shuffling to change. While she waited she looked around at the ceiling.

She saw a handle. - A trap door! - She stood on an old crate and tugged at it. It came loose and dirt crumbled down from the ceiling. She placed an old empty box under it, stood back and  yanked the trap door open. The dirt crumbled down into the box. Eve turned and saw Brandon.

"How should I do this?" she smiled. Leaning one hand on the wall keeping the door up. Brandon laughed She sneered.

"Well, we should keep that.” he said pointing to the box of dirt.

"Why?"Evelyn asked.

"Well, if a hole suddenly appeared in the ground, you might get suspicious."

"Right, whatever." Evelyn said feeling stupid.

She looked up thru the hole in the roof. The sky was cloudy and grey. She clutched Her umbrella.

Brandon helped her up thru. She grabbed his hand and he pulled her out. Then they rolled over and over in the cold grass laughing. Finally they stopped.

His light blue  gaze was locked on her green eyes.

They stood up and dusted them selves off. It was kind of awkward. A few droplets of rain started and she popped open her umbrella. They walked down the little hill on to the path silently. Evelyn looked at the street the gates weren’t open. The police car was still there.

"Brandon." she gasped. The drivers eyes opened, the woman stared at them.

"Oh, god" he said and started running up the hill. The cop yelled something, and the car door slammed.

They couldn't go back to their hide out, but they couldn't stay in the open. They ran down the hill and saw lots of flags for veteran graves. There was tree-covered hilltop they had come down from a different way.

She heard the cop’s footsteps racing after them. Brandon closed the umbrella it was pouring and that was making them visible.

Evelyn looked back again the cop was a fuzzy blur. They ran into some muddy grass behind a grave, the cop ran on.

 They shared a quick laugh before deciding to get out of the rain. They headed up the hill and saw a round mausoleum.

 The door was blocked shut and the lock wouldn't give.

It had a basement and they saw there were side windows. One of them was broken it was just big enough for them to fit through. Brandon went first he swung himself down.

"Alright it's safe!" he said.

"Okay superman!” she said sarcastically and joined  him. It was a round room with a staircase leading upward. There was a rock, which the person before them must have used to break the window. Brandon looked up at the stairs. The water was making a pool on the floor.

Evelyn took a step onto the stairs it let out a loud creak. Brandon stood behind her so he could catch her if she fell. She rolled her eyes.

She reached the fourth stair when there was a crack of lightning she shrieked and twisted around. Her shoe got stuck on the stair. Here was a crash. The stair spilt in half a big piece stuck in her leg.

Evelyn shrieked in pain. Brandon caught her in his arms, she fell hard and they went tumbling down the steps.

They landed in the water with a big SPLASH. The water was rising and Evelyn was all bloody. The blood spewed from her leg. She yanked out the giant splinter.

"Ahhh." she let out a quite scream. Blood tainted the water red. Brandon shook the water out of his ears and hair. He didn't have anything to bandage her with. He pulled off his Jacket and shivered. He was soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, clothes sticking to him.

Eve screamed there was so much blood, her hands turned crimson and she fainted.

Brandon had to get help, and the rain was coming down harder. Brandon carefully climbed the stairs and left Evelyn at the top. He ran back down and pulled himself out of the window. He was muddy wet and tired.

He ran down the hill yelling for help. The cop wouldn't help him. He jumped the fence and raced across the street to a pay telephone.

"Hello?" a man's voice answered.

"Hello, I'm at Higgins Cemetery there is a girl bleeding horribly in one of the mausoleums." he sped thru his words Evelyn needed help.

"Where do we meet you?" the man said, obviously writing it all down.

"At the front gate. Please hurry the basement is flooding!"

"Thank you we will be there soon."

 Soon an ambulance was at the corner. A fire truck, a police car and the gatekeeper followed. The rain kept pouring.

"Brandon, right?" a man asked.

"Yes sir, um I can show you where to go."

"Thank you,” the man gave him a pat on the back and led him to the passenger seat of the truck.

The gates were open and the truck screamed thru the cemetery.

à

Evelyn awoke her she was completely soaked. She was lying at the top of the stairs. The water reached the top stair. She banged on the door.

"Help!” she cried banging on the big wood door.

"HELP ME!” she screamed. Brandon’s blood soaked jacket was dripping. She stood on her one good leg. She looked at the water, a rock was moving towards her under the water. Evelyn stared at it eyes wide.

"HELP ME!" she screamed eyes glued on the rock floating over the water. I moved close and closer. Until it was at her eye level.

All she could do was stare. She pushed herself against the door. The rock pulled back and struck her on the forehead. She fell into the water floating down, down, down.

  

Chapter 3  

Evelyn awoke to see Brandon’s blue eyes.

"Wh-where am I?" she asked putting her had to her head.

"Evelyn" Brandon hugged her. She raised her bro

“We are at the hospital. You nearly drown and got hit on the head,” he said taking her hand, She stiffened.

“Oh right we were running from the cop. And I hurt my leg.” her head rocked back and fourth as she tried to remember.

"Evelyn your safe now" he rubbed her hand.

"EVELYN!" there was a shriek from the doorway. It was her mom...

à

“ I don't know why I ever sent you to that boarding school! I should have sent you to Fairmount instead!” her mom searched her eyes.

“Or do just want to come home?” she asked looking at her.

“Uh....” she hated “home” everything about it. And she did NOT want to go to another all girls’ boarding school. That's when she decided she'd have to escape.

“I'll take Fairmont!” she smiled sheepishly. She glanced at Brandon.

“Oh and who is this handsome young fellow?” her mom asked patting him on the cheek.

“I'm Brandon,” he said smiling at her.

“He was the one who uh...” she didn't want to tell her mom it was his idea to run away.

“I herd her scream and helped her to the hospital.” Brandon said he knew she didn't know what to say.

“Oh thank you!” her mom kissed him on the forehead. Then scavenged through her purse then pulled out her wallet.

“Here you go, for saving her.” she handed Brandon a hundred dollar bill. Brandon gaped at the money and Evelyn's eyes grew round.

“don’t worry, Sam is a VERY wealthy man. We  have plenty to spare!” her mom hugged her.

“A limo will come buy to pick you up for Fairmont tomorrow. I have a show to get to! Hugs and kisses! Ciao!” she walked all model like out of the room.

“I've got to get out of here!” she was hyperventilating.

“It’s okay. Well find someone else to be you and we leave,” he sounded so sure of himself.

“What if we don't find someone?” she shrieked.

“We will, it's okay...” he patted her hand. He stepped out of the room. He was directed down the hall to the minor injuries section.

A half hour later he found someone that was Evelyn's age who broke a toe and was leaving tomorrow. She was given a name and an address for mail.

Her clothes she had finished knotting a bed sheet rope.

“What’s that for?” Brandon leaned in the door way.

“To escape, duh.” she didn't look up and put on her jacket.

“Well you have a jacket and they have a door. Let's go.” he laughed a bit. She rolled her eyes and tied her shoe.

 She groaned and limped out the door. She pulled the jacket over her head. Brandon put his arm around her. She slumped over to look sick. She saw the girl lay down in her bed before she left.

After Brandon sighed her out as Delaney Harris, He thanked her and left.

Chapter 4

Brandon returned to Evelyn's room. She was sitting on the chair next to the bed. She was in

“So are we going back to the cemetery?” she asked standing up strait. Her head had fresh gauze and her leg was all bandaged up.

“Yeah, did you pack the stuff?” he asked looking at her bag.

“Yup I cleaned out the drawer.”

“Great. Let's get the bus.”

They sat together on a bench. She leaned against him felling tired. She felt his arm still around her and she closed her eyes feeling at ease.

A few minutes later the bus pulled up and they got on. Brandon paid the fee and the sat in one of the back rows. She leaned against the window watching scenery go by. She started to get a headache and looked around to see whom else was on.

There was a gothic looking girl with streaks of green hair listening to her iPod a few rows up.

There was an old African American lady asleep close to the front.

Then there was a guy with a tux looking down at his watch in the front. Otherwise it was empty.

She watched houses speed by and finally they arrived at the corner by the gate. They thanked the driver and got off.

"Now we have to get back to the catacombs.” he walked thru the gate full of good food, and happy, well Sort of.

They climbed down thru the trapdoor. The place was exactly how they left it. She sat on her sleeping bag and lit her lantern. Her watch read 4:36.

"Crap!" she said out loud.

"What" Brandon asked lighting his lantern.

"Well its almost 5!"

"Yeah, big whoop." Brandon shrugged and pulled out a book.

"Can we go do something?" she groaned looking at him.

"Not for a week till your leg is better. You still can’t walk on it.”

Evelyn sighed and remembered the rock.

“Brandon there was, well you know this?" she said placing her finger on her forehead.

"Yeah what about it?"

"Well I woke up when the water was really high and I woke up and no one was there, this rock floated above water and hit me in the head."

"I think you hit your head on the fall." Brandon said like she was a nut job.

Evelyn didnt like he wasn’t going to help. She was determined to find a way to get back there. She tried standing up, she just fell flat on her back.

à

...One week later...

Brandon was out getting groceries and doing the laundry and Evelyn was stuck in their hideout because he thought she couldn't walk. He was wrong. She had been training herself to walk for more than three days. She could even run and jump.

Evelyn discided it was time to go back to the mausoleum. She didn't know why Brandon all the sudden hated her. Either he was being protective or he was already sick of her.

Evelyn pulled Open the trap door and water spilled in the room.

"Crap." she muttered. She pulled on her raincoat and grabbed her umbrella. She pulled herself out and closed the door behind her. She pulled the box over the hole and walked down the hill. She walked past the veteran graves with flags and up another little hill. She saw the round mausoleum. It had weeds growing from the cracked roof and ivy intwined the barred door.

She pulled the keys she swiped from Brandon and unlocked the door.

She looked behind her to see if anyone was there.

The coast was clear. She pushed the door open and stepped in. Dusty footprints covered the floor.

Evelyn heard a noise and turned around. She saw a hand then everything went black.

à

Evelyn awoke and something smelled fowl. Every thing was dark. She banged on the smooth surface in front of her. She was lying down.

"HELLO?" she called.

"HELLO! Is there anyone out there?” she pushed really hard. She heard a shriek and sat bolt up right.

On the floor was a glittery blue figure with short hair and a soft face. Her outfit was odd. It had a big bow on her chest, a short blue skirt and a white half sleeve top. Evelyn looked at her and crawled out of the... Sarcophagus?!?

"EWWWW!" Evelyn tripped and fell on, well technically through the girl.

"Ha ha ha! That tickles!!!" the other girl giggled.

"AHHHHHH!" Evelyn scrambled to her feet and looked down at the other girl.

"Are you a... A..." Evelyn was lost for words.

"Ghost? Dead person? Yah." she stood up and straitened her skirt and bow.

Evelyn was still scared and yet very curious. She looked the girl up and down. About 14 like her. Why so young?

"When... When did you d...die?" Evelyn raised a brow.

"Well just 5 years ago. I was in a shooting."

"Wait so you don't age as a ghost?" Evelyn asked her curiously.

"No, Only if we chose to."

"Wow. Well what was 'the shooting'" Evelyn took a step closer.

"Well a bunch of guys came along when I was at school."

"Boarding school?" Evelyn smiled a little.

"Yes! I mean look what I have to where for the rest of my life!" she signaled at her odd attire.

"Oh wow. Uh so...What's your name?" Evelyn realizes that the girl didn't even know her name.

"I'm Marline." she gave a little smile.

"I'm Evelyn... Um whats the big idea with locking me up with Mr. Dead guy?" Evelyn pointed over her shoulder.

"I thought...well... I..."Marline stuttered

"Hey... Did you hit me with a rock?" Evelyn rubbed her head.

"Yeah... Sorry about that I thought you were...oh my god!"

Marline let out a shriek and pointed behind her. Evelyn twirled around and a corpse was sitting upright in the coffin. Its eye sockets were empty and head covered in brown stringy like hairs. The corpse had on a tuxedo with MANY moth holes. Evelyn's jaw dropped.

"Let's go!" marline grabbed Evelyn's wrist and ran out. Evelyn struggled to maintain her balance while running.

DEATH OF THE INNOCENT

(i didnt write this)

Death of an Innocent
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

so always remember,

don't drink and drive

and don't let your friends do it





a moment of silence for everyone, drunk or not, who died in a car crash involving alcohol,


just remember to always pray

Girl Story!

Draft 1
Teddy smith
I sat in my room looking in the mirrior. My mom always said I was pretty with golden blonde curls she said I was her ray of sunshine.

Right now my mom was downstairs having another of her parties. For the past 11 years I was never aloud to them. They always had alcohol and strangers. I could feel the party benign me the floors vibrated from the noise. Suddenly the booming music turned to frantic screams. I ran out into the hallway And saw orange and yellow flames creeping up the stairs. I ran for the phone dialed 911, Someone picked up.
"FIRE!" I screamed. I dropped the phone and franticaly looked for an escape.

There was one window at the end of the hall it looked to the forest behind my house. I tried lulling it open; no sucsess. I yanked at the lock it wouldn't budge. I picked up the table that the phone was on. I broke the window and jumped. I was falling through the cold bitter night when I plunged into the icy cold water of the creek. I pushed to the top the water filling my lunges. I broke the surface to see my house bursting wiu flames. There was and explosion from inside and beams fell lighting the trees around me on fire.

As a flaming beam fell by i ducked under the water. It was boiling. I tried to kick m legs but he dumb dress wasnt giving me enough space! I twirled around to see something falling and like I bumped a light switch, there was total darkness.

Every moment by: teddy smith

Every moment...
Some i born,
at the very same moment someone dies


every moment...
is lived and cherished,
yet each one wasted, lost....


every moment...
something is discovered,
but something else has vanished.


Every moment... 
something has been created,
while others are being destroyed...


Every moment of time happens the way WE choose,
yet fate always twits and rearranges it.

Mini series: the window bk 1 "The Fall" (unrevised copy)

By: teddy smith
Part 1
The Window: Bk 1 the fall

Anna slumped in her chair. She was at school in her last class. They were on the ninth floor, in spanish. Loud chatter filled the room as the teacher handed out books.
    She looked out the window it was nice day, birds soaring over the tall buildings, cars waiting in traffic. Only one street was vacant, Next to a tall hotel. Anna let her eyes wander up the building she counted 18 floors.
     She saw a tall siloute in the top floor. She watched it move past each window and it eventualy stopped in the  2nd to last. Another figure appeared and they seemed to be talking. Then the shorter one moved to away to the first window. The taller one followed. She saw them throw there hands around. She guessed they could be fighting. 
The taller one struck the other across the face. The short one quickly moved to the other window and seemed to be rushed. Her gaze wandered back to the first figure it saw something in it's hand Long,pointy, -a knife?
    The shorter figure left to the stircase. She saw it struggle with a door as the big one caught up. She saw the large caged area on the roof. A part of the white surface opened and a slender figure appeared. She had shoulder langth strawberry blonde hair and was wearing a white knee length sweater. She had light brown pants on and a terrified look plaster on her soft face.
She saw the taller figure imerge. It was a tall man wearing a long black coat. He had a rather John travolta look to him, the had the black hair and a pale face. The knife shone in the sunlight, as the woman backed to the edge of the caged area. They're mouths were moving then the most peculiar thing happened, the woman pointed at her. The man glared at her, and Anna looked down was something wrong with her?
       Then a truck pulled up and the man looked away from her and down the truck.
  Then the woman lost her footing and fell over the edge. She dropped motionless into the truck. 
"NO!!!" Anna screamed and stood up.
"Anna?" the teacher looked at her and she felt everyones eyes in her direction. Her face grew hot and she looked back out the window the man jumped after her and landed nicely in the truck. He climbed in the passanger seat and he truck dissapeared from veiw.
 Anna glanced around nervously and ran out of the room. Anna ran to the bathroom and locked herself in a stall, rocking nervously back an fourth.

Anna walked down the empty staircase after school. Everyone was getting on buses. She had waited out the last hour of class in the bathroom. She slid down the banister and saw the man outside. Her hear. Skipped a beat and she snuck out in a mass of highschoolers.
She raced to the busway and hopped on a city bus. A 6th grader alone on a public buss might be weird but she didn want to die like that woman. Anna sat in the back of the bus she heard the engine start and looked out the window to see the man signaling a taxi. She watched the taxi follow the bus all the way to her stop. 
Anna ripped open her backpack and pulled out a sharpened pencil. She got off the buss and cruched thru the leaves. She heard a echoing pair of footsteps and walked faster. She picked up some buckeyes and she walked down the street behind hers. She finnaly stopped half way. And turned around the man was rigt behind her! She stabbed the pencil into his stomach and through the buckeyes at his face. She saw him struggle to pull out the pencil. Anna ran as if her life depended on it, because it did.
          Finnaly she spotted a warn down spot in the bushes and hopped over it. Her new blue jeans caught on a sharp pice of wire, she was stuck! She dumped her backpack and tugge don her leg, finally it ripped giving her a chance to escape. 
     She ran quickly looking behind her. He man appreared the bloody pencil in his bloody hand, his clothes were soaked in blood. He smiled and just passed by the gap. Anna Was confuzzled the she tripped over a brick on the edge of her neigbors unfilled swimming pool.
she shrieked looking down on the puddle of rain water filled with dead leaves. She felt a hard splash, and everything went black.
   Anna awoke she ached all overand was cold and wet. She dragged herself to the shallow end of the pool and crawled slowly up the ladder. She lumbered to her home one house back. She entered and called to her nanny, Claire.
Anna walked into her living room and found it empty. Claire always said in case of emergency there would be a note behind the fridge. 
     Anna crawled up on the counter and felt around the back. She felt a sharp edge and pulled. She pulled out her hand covered in dust, along with it was a new sheet of paper. 
Anna slowly unfolded it, lip quivering. She opened it and read;

Anna a man came. He told me I would have to leave immediately or he would remove me Him self. I've left $70 under the bed and the pantrys are still full of food. I don't know where I'm going but I can't come back. Anna, I'm sorry.

Anna let tears slip down her dirty face. She changed and pulled on a nice jacket she peeked into claires room it was empty and bare. She let more tears fall, Claire was the only one she had. She was adopted, intact she was given up when she was born. 
After Anna was completely clean she packed nesecery things. She looked at the house behind hers and hopped over the fence. It was empty as perusal. Anna hopped down by one of the basement windows and knelt down, searching through the leaves. When she was younger she hid a house key here. 
"Yes!" Anna whispered and held up the rusty key. She pulled herself out and opened the front door, she looked around making sure there was no one watching. She slipped in and ran to the upstairs. The place was a dust factory! Anna entered a bedroom with a queen bed. There was a puddle of sunlight on the faded pink sheets of the bed. It had a little lounging chair in the corner, two full,dusty, bookshelves and two doors. She pulled one open. It was a big empty closet, it had selves and a bar for hanging stuff up. Anna opened the other. It led to a big white,not to mention dusty, bathroom. It had a bath shower a nice big sink some old towels and a big window. 
She went back to the room and there was a note on the bed. Anna gasped, someone was here! She went to pick it up and as she put her hand down it disappeared. Anna fell backwards on the bed letting out a sigh of relief.

Later that night Anna was in the room cross legged on the bed reading an old magazine. The room was all lit up and still slightly dusty, but now she felt right at home. She picked up another cookie and heard a crack of lightning. Closed the magazine and walked over to the old window. It was a dark and everything was a watery blur. He pouring rain flooded the streets Anna shivered and pulled her coat closed. 
She turned around and the man was right there, In her room, Looking, at her. 

Anna shrieked and her eyes shot open. Just a bad dream, good. It was all just a bad bad dream.

"hello anna." a deep voice spoke behind her. 
"Ahhhhh!" Anna she sat up and ran down the stairs she raced into the dull kitchen and desparetly searched for escape. She yanked at a low cabinet. She ducked under and the door closed with a snap. 
Heavy footsteps slowly made their way around the tile floor. Anna shook, she was breathing slowly,scared. She gasped everytime a door door banged. They got closer and closer, she pulled her knees in close as the one next to hers slammed shut. She heard the squeak of his leather jacket as he bent over to reveal her spot. Liently she praye to god this was another dream.  
The clink if rings against metal made Anna stop breathing the door opened a sliver. She squeazed her eyes shut to make it all go away.

There was a several loud bangs at the door and he door stopped opening. Her eyes flew open the door in front of her slammed shut and the footsteps exit the room: she slithered out of the tight hidding spot and she crawled into the living room. She got a glimpse of the man talking to a fat guy at the door. She crawled slowly to another door. She turned her head whacking the two men talking and put another hand down on ...nothing! she tumbled down he steps and landed flat on her back, the wind knocked out of her. She lay there flat on the landing looking up at the ceiling trying to regain her breath. She heard the footsteps come by the door she rooled over to the WRONG side and found herself tumbling down the stairs AGIAN.
 
Anna groaned in pain. She heard voices but couldn't lift her legs. She pulled herself across the cold, concrete, floor with her elbows. She heard the stairs creek, Someone was coming!!!! Anna dragged herself under the dusty stairs. She watched the two me slowly carefully pick their way down. She watched he mens feet as they stepped right over her. 

"c'mon, this is pointless." the fat man said. They both left, taking one last glance the mystery man closed the door. 

  

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