Get Me Out Of Here!

• Jack Hardcastle, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2016

Help! Get me out of here.
It’s pitch black and I can’t see a thing because I am stuck in a tiny wooden box my friends dared me to go in before they sealed it tight. Now! I am stuck in the box they forgot to open.

Right now the last sound I won’t to here is the dreadful noises from the crain's. Suddenly the noises started becoming louder and louder. Sivers bolted down my back, as I curled up to myself and started to pray that this torture would stop. Looking at the wall I must of fainted.

10 minutes passed and the dreadful smell of petrol filled my nostrils woke me up. A cold tear ran down my cheek. I started to cry than more tears surrered down my face like bullets flying out of a machine gun.

I started banging and screaming “Help Me! I’m too young to die!’’
Boom Bang Boom Bang. Someone must of heard me I said to myself. This could either be bad or excellent. ‘Who is there?’ Questend a strong but scared voice.
“It’s just me a kid in the little box.’’ I replied.
The man opened the box, I could see him clearly now. He is tall and strong with a short yellow sailor's beard. I am saved I said to myself with a sigh of relief.