“Honey, c’mon you’re gonna get late.” Mom called out at the end of the stairs.
I hurriedly checked myself in front of my mirror. Thin floral shirt and a pair of navy jeans.
I hurriedly checked myself in front of my mirror. Thin floral shirt and a pair of navy jeans. Ughh Too casual
I hurriedly checked myself in front of my mirror. Thin floral shirt and a pair of navy jeans. Ughh Too casual I looked around my room, and my eyes spotted a brown coat 🧥 hung behind the door
I hurriedly checked myself in front of my mirror. Thin floral shirt and a pair of navy jeans. Ughh Too casual I looked around my room, and my eyes spotted a brown coat 🧥 hung behind the door Perfect!
I ran down, Skipping a stair every step
“Okay I’m ready now!” I beamed at my mom. She smiled and grabbed the car keys.
My heart raced faster than the car. My face pressed to the window, impatiently waiting to get to Oldenburg Hall, where the contest's results will be announced. I participated in the writing contest 2 weeks ago in that very same Hall, I remember that my toes were cold even though I was wearing socks inside my shoes.
A huge modern glass building came into view. I smiled spontaneously. Aside from writing, I had met many friends there during the competition.
"Lisa, are you sure it's alright? " Mom asked again, even though she knew the answer. "Mom, it's okay, go. I know that the interview means a lot to you. Really." "Okay" She smiled her mother smile and kissed my forehead. I took my bag and went out.
"Here I go." I mutterrd to myself and entered.
The inside was just the way I remembered, except it seems more welcoming since I'm not so nervous now. The walls are marble, and the floor is carpeted red with gold swirls. The AC is as cold as ever and I pulled my coat tighter.
I walked in to the elevator and pressed "6" The floor of the auditorium; where they will announce the winner. A girl walked in right when the doors were going to close, and I smiled politely at her as she straightened her shirt. Seeing her do so, reminded me of myself and I started to straighten the sleeves of my coat.
Suddenly, she stared at me and I looked up, the moment I did, recognition flashed in her eyes and she grinned, wide. "Lisa!" I looked at her closely, trying to find some memory of her. Nope, nothing. "Aww you don't remember me?" I smiled shyly and shook my head.
"It's Whitney! The girl who wrote about aliens." Aliens, hmmm, oohh! "Ooooh yeahh I remember you, gosh sorry!" " No problem, Jake is already in the auditorium, you wanna come sit with us? "Sure."
We went in together and sat next to a blonde boy wearing glasses, who I suppose is Jake. "Greetings writers! I know you are all excited and I am too. So let us start now!" A man in a suit spoke giddily.
“The winner of best romance story is…” He paused for a dramatic effect. “Whitney Shane! Congratulations Whitney!” I immediately looked at Whitney and smiled a wide smile that showed my teeth. Whitney stood up and went to the stage for the trophy, her face as bright as the sun.
“Next, we have best comedy story, Lucas Osbourne!” A man in a collared shirt went up the stage and stood beside Whitney, his smile small compared to Whitney’s but showing so much more pride.
The awarding went on and on, a result of so many different a entries. I clapped and cheered when I recognised the person, just clapped when I didn’t. A woman in front of me stood up, blocking my view for a while and exited the auditorium. She probably got bored, the big awards were still an hour away.
“…the best food story award goes to Tiffany Dutch!” Hmm I need to pee. I stood with my back bent, so as to not disturb the one behind and went to the toilet.
I washed my hands and checked my watch, 11:45. Darn it! Water dripped from my sleeve. I had forgotten to roll it up. I grabbed some tissue and tried to dry it up.
I went out and walked back. My sneakers making small squeaky noises.
The ground rattled and the ceilings crumbled. The force of the explosion blew me off my feet, and I was laying on the floor; coughing.
My eyes hurt from the dust. My ears thrummed; deafening My head felt like it was being compressed.
I had no energy to pick myself up. Even though I was walking fine just a second ago. I moved my eyes around, Everything seemed to be black and white I tried to move my fingers, They twitched.
My eyelids drooped down I found myself welcoming the thought of death. It felt
My eyelids drooped down I found myself welcoming the thought of death. It felt P e a c e f u l
My eyelids drooped down I found myself welcoming the thought of death. It felt P e a c e f u l Somehow
S u d d e n l y
I looked away Closed my eyes It’s too bright; It hurts
Then a voice: “C-can you hear me me? O-open your eyes eyes…” The voice echoed, it sounded so far away. I wanted to sleep I wanted that peace bef…
Arghhhh! I moved my head away. Pain squeezed my brain. I scrunched my face in agony. Why can’t the voice let me have peace?
“Open your eyes.” This time the voice didn’t echo, it sounded very, very near.
I opened my eyes
A man crouched next to me, a flashlight in his hand.
To be C o n t i n u e d