Cabin Catastrophe
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Jessica Xu, Grade 6
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Short Story
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2015
Hastily rushing out, I drove hurriedly to my friend's house forgetting the squashed map. Hurriedly, I navigated my way through, oblivious that I had missed the turn. What will I do I wondered anxiously?
As the sky began to darken, I was lost.
The iridescent moon beams penetrated through the gloomy clouds like an arrow piercing through a heart. The roads were like a maze, left or right, in and out. I pondered whether I should ring my friend, return or stay, the question perturbed me edgily. For that night I decided to seek coverage in a nearby vacant bungalow. Wandering onto the structured balcony, I knocked on the door stroking my lengthy silky hair, searching around for someone.
Entering through the paint blistered door, I called in case the owner was here. Scrutinising through the interior, I noticed: realistic superficial paintings, superb cabinets with an aroma of flowers from potpourris and a decorative corridor leading to more fancy rooms. Exhausted from the weary journey I rested upon one of the beds. "Wow, there are really realistic paintings of women in this bedroom!" I remarked.
My friend perceived my disappearance and tracked me down with police cameras. When he arrived he only found my lifeless body, as he prepared to leave. "There are a lot of windows," he commented.