Summer Lake: A Short Story

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I could feel the needle of pain spreading through my feet under the gravel. Could feel the breeze of the cold midnight air. Could feel the fear slowly crawling from my toes to my lungs. Could feel the blazing excitement of not knowing what was coming. However, the biggest, most freighting question on my mind was one thing only. Who was trying to kidnap us? And why was I not afraid? We were walking on the outskirts of summer lake, summer lake is a very friendly open area place. Sydney and I, the only one not wearing shoes, because shoes are for the weak. It was two in the morning and we were all wide awake so why not walk? “ My feet are killing me, we have been walking forever,” Ashley complained. “ Ash, you’re always complaining shut up already.” Kylie scoffed back at her. “ Both of you shut up were lost, anyone got phone service?” Alia said sounding very tired. “ Nope,” Ash, Syd, & Ky replied in unison. “ You're all lucky I do,” I sighed.Just as I said that the streets started to sound louder. Screeching noise of worn of tires against the road. Hearing all this we all became very aware of our surroundings. The maroon color was so dark you could barely see the car slowly …show more content…

We slowly all slowed searching to make sure the car was gone. “ We should probably actually go inside now,” Syd said stating the obvious. No questions asked we all rushed inside like camels. “ Well that was exciting,” Ky said trying to lighten the mood. I think everyone was thinking the same thing. Did we just have a near death experience? The suspense in this one situation was just too much for alia because she sat on the floor saying not one word. Rocking back and forth. For Ashley though, she was in the kitchen complaining there was no food. “ Why aren’t there any ramen noodles?” For me, though, there was just a sense of adrenaline running through my entire body. I thought I was on clouds and nothing could bring me

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