Marcus thought the day couldn’t get worse. He woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock. He was still in his clothes from yesterday. The time is 8:15, and the bus to work leaves at 8:30. He rushed out of bed and started to get ready. Luckily, he found a clean pair of work clothes. When he was finished getting ready, he grabbed everything he needed for work and ran out of the door.
New York City was its normal self. People rushing to work and cars honking at each other. The smell of fresh coffee reminded Marcus that he didn’t have breakfast. So he quickly bought coffee and a muffin. As he was running, he gobbled up the muffin and drank the coffee as fast as he can.
Marcus looked at his watch and realized that he had plenty of time to get to the bus stop, so he started walking. While walking to the bus stop, a boy across the street
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looked both ways before entering an alley. Marcus being curious walked across the street and peeked through the alley. The alley was too dark and tiny for him to see. Wondering why the boy went into this alley, Marcus entered the alley. The tiny alley was cool and too dark that Marcus had to put his hands in front of him to know what was ahead. After walking for a while there was a dim light in the distance. He ran towards it, hoping to find where the boy was. As he approached the dim light, he saw a neatly folded paper on the pavement. He picked it up and read it: look down Marcus cautiously looked down and saw that the ground was falling apart. He started to panic and ran farther in the alley. He kept on running until he ran into an empty area filled with boxes. He observed the room and found a small boy peeking behind a stack of boxes. He approached the boy slowly and asked him, “Where are we?” He answered in a low voice, “I don’t know.” “Then why did you enter this alley?” “I saw something. It’s hard to explain.” “Do you know how to get back to the city,” questioned Marcus.
“Yes, but we have to hurry.”
The boy got up and ran into an alley. Without hesitation, Marcus followed him.
After running through what felt like a maze, Marcus can hear the sound of cars and people. After one last turn, he saw New York City. They both started to run towards the light and sound of New York. Marcus can hear the crumbling sound of the ground falling right behind him. He could see the ground in front of him full starting to crumble and parts of it falling into an abyss, leaving a gap between him and New York. Marcus knew he had to jump. With every part of his might, Marcus leaped as far as he could and tumbled on the other side.
Marcus has been never so excited to see New York City again. It was nighttime on Friday, so the place was crowded with people. He turned to thank the boy, but the alley and he disappeared. With all the surrounding people, it was going to be impossible to find him. So he started walking back to his apartment.
When he got there, he put all of his things away and got ready to go to bed. He flopped on his bed and fell asleep
instantly. The next day, Marcus woke up early to make sure that yesterday would never happen again. He got ready for work and ate breakfast while watching the news. He finished his bowl of cheerios and started to head to work. While Marcus was writing a report, his work phone rang and it was his boss. His boss wanted to see him in his office. He sat up slowly and headed to his boss. He reached the office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” said his boss. Marcus opened the door gingerly and closed it behind him. He walked forward and took a seat on the chair in front of his boss. “Why weren’t you here yesterday,” asked his boss. Marcus didn’t know if he should lie to him or tell him the truth. “I got sick,” he lied. “Is that the truth?” “No,” admitted Marcus. “Tell me the truth,” demanded his boss. So Marcus started telling the story from beginning to end. When he finished, his boss’ face looked like his story was normal. “This has happened to another person. So I believe you. You may go back to work now.” Marcus got up and walked out of the office. On the way back to his desk, he was thinking to himself that this happened to another person. He tried to ignore that thought, but more questions were popping into his head. The day was a lot longer than he thought. The day finally came to an end. He packed up his things and went outside to wait for the bus. The bus ride was cramped with people coming on and off at each bus stop. His stop finally came. While walking back to his apartment, he saw a boy look both ways before entering an alley.
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Tom stared at the paper for a few seconds, dumbfounded. A thousand thoughts went through his mind. What is going on? Why was she planning to do this? He look quickly at his watch. It was 9:50. Tom grabbed his coat and left his apartment.