Vehicle

• Sabine Hicks, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2016

A clicking sound brought me back to consciousness. A bright white room lay upon my vision. I seemed to be jolting up and down from my seat every few seconds trying to bring the blur in my eyes back to clarity. A silver shape clasped my hands together holding every hope of freedom I had accountable. A crashing sound formed from my left, it echoed against the never ending white walls. This wall seemed to be different; a long clutch shape divided the two white walls. THUMP! I startled up to standing position, I was examining the clutch wall section...when they opened. A luminous white light caught my eyes, a shadow formed into a man; he was wearing a navy blue chequered uniform with white accent. It was too late...they caught me.