Pounding on the front door. I wake my sister's and mom. We hide in mom's walk-in closet, me in a crate with clothes in it with my older sister, and my older twin sister's hide in a pile of clothes behind the crate. A loud thump comes from the entryway, and my mom quickly shuts her closet door. She crouches down and hides in a box.1
A gun-shot fires through the air. My older sister rubs my head to comfort me. My eyes flutter shut, and I drift off.2
My eyes open quickly, and I see my sister stuffing me away under some clothes. She stands up, and with a terrified face, leaves the closet.3
There was complete silence, except the thumping of my heart. A shrill scream fills the air, and a loud gunshot echos in our minds.4
My eyes shoot open, and I sit up straight. I gasp for breath, and I fall off my bed as thumping on the door echos in my head. I shudder at the memory of how my family died.
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good story line, i was a bit confused, but overall pretty good. keep up the good work.
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W.O.W.
That is SO good!
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