The door slammed shut behind me. I took in the cold metal walls. I was going to be here awhile. I sighed as I slid down the door into a sitting position. I pulled my knees up to my chest and bowed my head.
Just then the door opened and I fell back, hitting my head against the cold metal floor. Oh, it was so cold.
“Let go of me!!!” I head Violette scream. I immediately stood up. Violette was joining me here. She was shoved into my cell, and the door slammed shut immediately, drowning out any opportunity for escape. I took a deep breath before sitting down again, in my original position. Violette let out a scream, pounding against the metal door. Then she fell on the floor, giving up. “It’s no use,” she whispered. I just looked at her. She looked up at me. “Don’t you want to escape?” she asked.
I sighed. “It’s like you said. It’s no use trying, or even thinking about that,” I replied before resting my chin on my knees. “There’s no point.”
“Come on India, we both know you want to! This isn’t like you! You never give up!” I turned away.
“There’s no use trying anymore. We’re stuck here forever.”
Violette stood up and crossed the room before sitting down, her back to me. “I can’t believe you,” she whispered. I turned away from her. Maybe I should start at the beginning.
~A scene from Game On
“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have to talk to Raul.” Once I found him, I led Raul to a corner of the gym. “So,” I started to say, “I’ve noticed that you’re. . . what’s the word? Oh yeah, you’re a little fixated on Zara.” “Well first off, why does it matter to you? It’s not like we’re already dating,” he said.
“It does too matter!” I replied.
“Uhh, why?”
“Because-because I like you!”
“Aww, how sweet,” he said. “But I still don’t get why you’re mad at me. You liking me has nothing to do with how I liked Zara.”
“Yes it does!”
“How?” he asked unbelievingly.
“You’re always talking to Zara, you always look at her, and you are flirting with her! And it makes me feel. . . it makes me feel like you don’t care about how I feel!” My voice started to rise.
“You’re just being jealous. I do care about how you feel, but you shouldn’t be making this a bigger deal than it is!” Raul started shouting.
“Oh really? How do I know you care about my feeling?”
“Of course I care! I’m not some heartless jerk!”
“Yeah right! I highly doubt that you care about me at all!” I shouted.
“You’re making me sound like the villain of this story! Is a guy allowed to like a girl without his crush getting all angry at him?!”
“W-well-”
“See!?! I’m right and you know it!”
“No you’re not!”
“Oh really? I get that you’re angry, but you don’t have to make this such a big deal!”
“Well of course I’m angry! I’m-I’m,” I screamed in frustration. “I’ve been noticing your body language lately, and it’s pretty obvious that you like her. Remember when you asked me to the dance? I could tell that you didn’t want to ask me!”
“So what if I liked Zara? It still doesn’t matter!”
“It does too matter! You just admitted it!” I screamed. Then I realized. Liked. “Wait. . . what do you mean liked.”
“Liked. Past tense of like.” Raul explained with a little bit of anger in his voice. Then he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. As soon as he finished he turned and walked away while I stood there in shock. Wait, what had just happened?
~A scene from Y.S. Ping
AS SOON AS WE WERE THROUGH THE DOOR IT SHUT BEHIND US WITH A SLAM.
“Um, I'm starting to think that this is a bad idea,” Melody stated.
“Oh really?” I asked sarcastically. She glared at me and we continued farther into the room. It was really dark without the light from outside. Black curtains covered the windows. I couldn’t really see anything, but I bumped into a coffee table, a wooden chair, an upholstered chair, and a statue. From the noise that Melody was making, I guessed that she was running into things too. Then we saw a light that looked like it was coming from a small lantern. I started to run to it and managed to stumble into a million different objects. I could hear Melody running behind me, crashing into everything. The closer I got to the light, the farther it got. I ran as far as I could before I felt like collapsing, then I ran even farther and the light got closer. Soon the light illuminated the room and I could actually see it. There was a coffee table in the middle of the room, four red couches arranged around it, a lamp in every corner, one window on every wall, and red curtains covering the windows. The walls were painted a deep red, and even the carpet was red. That freaked me out a little because the paint on the walls looked like blood. Melody ran into the room behind me and rammed into me.
“Whoa,” I exclaimed.
“Sorry,” she breathlessly apologized. “What is this room?” she added.
“I don’t know, but only one of us should go in the tunnel,” I suggested.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because if only one of us can come out, one of us should go in and make it out,” I explained.
“I’ll go,” she volunteered.
“It would probably be better if I went,” I countered.
“What if you have to answer riddles?” she argued. That was a real concern.
“I’ll just think it through really well until I come up with a good answer,” I answered.
“Fine, but if you don’t come out within three hours I’m going in,” she accepted.
“Okay, you do that,” I replied as I entered the tunnel. As soon as I was in I could hear rocks grinding on rocks as the doorway behind me closed. There was very little light; the only light came from a torch about a foot ahead. It was freezing cold and it smelt like wet dog. I continued down the path even though I didn’t want to. The farther I went from the door, the colder it got. Soon the bricks turned to ice blocks that were semi-see through. I touched one to see if they would melt, but that was a really bad idea. It was so cold that it burned. I pulled my hand away sharply, and it felt like I had been burned. I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders and kept going.
I tried to move quickly so that I wouldn’t be gone longer than three hours. I wanted to run but I knew that I would slip on the ice. Soon the ice blocks became blocks of obsidian, like the Potentemquites castle. I had heard rumors that magic held the castle together, as in instead of mortar there was magic. These blocks, however, didn’t have magic holding them together. They had normal mortar. The obsidian made it darker that it had to be. It was already dark without any torches, but the obsidian seemed to make it even darker.
When it got darker I saw little things floating in the air, like jellyfish. They were purple, blue, and green ones. I tried to catch one to see what it was, but it nimbly flew out of the way. I gave up and kept walking with the “jellyfish” lighting my way. Then I came to a crossroads. What way should I go? I looked at the “jellyfish;” there seemed to be more of them to the right and less to the left. If there were less that might mean that the obsidian portion of this tunnel would end. Then again if there were more I would actually be able to see where I was going. So I closed my eyes, spun around until I got dizzy, and stumbled toward one of the tunnels.
As soon as I was sure that I was in a tunnel I opened my eyes to see which one I had picked. I had chosen the one that didn’t have very many “jellyfish.” Now that I was in the tunnel, I wanted to go into the other one, but I didn’t because if I did I would have wasted valuable time.
I continued down the corridor, walking against the wall so that I wouldn’t get lost. It seemed to take forever, but soon it wasn’t too dark anymore and more “jellyfish” appeared to guide my way. Soon I could see almost clearly and I started to run down the hallway. I bumped into a wall and kept going. Then the bricks became a weird, white, sparkly type of brick. They seemed to emit light and the “jellyfish” started to disappear. I kind of missed the “jellyfish” because they had helped me through the tunnel, but I had to keep going with or without the “jellyfish.” Then the tunnel widened into a cavern. I slowed to a stop and looked around. It was made of the same weird light-emitting bricks. The cavern had to be at least thirty feet across and maybe ten feet tall. There was nothing in it so I started to walk across. Boy was I wrong. Out of nowhere a huge monster appeared. It looked like a yeti, kind of. As in it was a yeti, but instead of being totally covered in fur it had patches of fur and patches of scales. It roared at me and I pulled out my sword. I hoped that this would be easy because I didn’t know how long I had been in there.
The yeti charged at me, and I dodged out of the way just in time. As soon as I was out of the way I brought my sword around and hit the yeti on the back. It roared and turned to face me again. I waited for it to charge again and it did. I did the same thing but harder. It worked and the yeti crumbled to dust. I dusted the dust off me and went to the end of the cavern, making sure that no other yetis would attack me. I made it out of the cavern and continued my path.
Then I came to another crossroads. I could go left or right. The left path was eerily quiet, and the right path had tons of noises coming from it. Why couldn’t there be a path in the middle? I didn’t know which one would be better. The eerily quiet one could mean all sorts of things. There was probably a super scary monster that everything in this maze was scared of but the loud path was a whole nother story. There were probably lots of things in there. There might even be crazy people in there. Claire had said that only one person could make it. So what would I rather do? Battle a lot of things, or battle one big scary thing? I thought for a while. I tried to think of what would be easier.
The big scary one would probably be harder, so I took the path on the right. I crossed my fingers and hoped that nothing here would be too hard to fight. I held my sword at the ready, just waiting for something to come jump out at me. Soon the noises tapered off. I didn’t relax though; just because I couldn’t hear anything didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything there. I walked slowly and noticed that the bricks had changed again. Now they looked like they were made of gold, but I couldn’t be sure. Maybe I had passed some kind of test and I had chosen the right path. I didn’t know for sure, so I kept my sword out and stayed alert. When nothing happened I started to put my sword away when, of course, something came out of nowhere.
~A scene from the Crown of Victory
So yeah, there are some scenes from things I've written.
~Marie
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