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Through Angel’s Eyes second pair of footsteps that echo my own.
By Angie Bejarano They're right behind me. Run! My brain
yells the words but I can't seem to move.
I slam the door behind me, still out of We're on the second floor now. Where do I
breathe from running until I was inside. go? Where can I run? I hear the footsteps
My mom walks out of the laundry room, shooting up the stairs and I turn and
"Angel? I'm doing a load, do you want to open the door behind me slamming it with
bring anything down..." she stops when every bit of strength I have left. The cold
she sees the look on my face. wood door that is pressed against the
palms of my hands is my only protection.
I shake my head and begin running up
the stairs, I yell back "Goodnight" before The force behind the door almost knocks
escaping into the safety of my bedroom. me on my feet. I stumble backwards but
Feeling like I'm going to collapse at any react just in time to push back against the
moment I sit on my bed and bury my face door as the next blow comes. Suddenly it
into my hands. God I met the boy that I dawns on me to lock the door. I turn the
adore. I met Steve, I just went to Sandy's small lock and analyze my surrounds. I
funeral and now I'm feeling happy have to find a way out of here. Only now
because of some random guy. I don't as I'm looking for a way out do I realize
deserve to be happy. She wasn't happy, I'm not in my room. Where am I? The
she isn't even alive. I let out a deep breath room is massive with a large bed in the
and plugged my phone into its charger. middle pressed against the wall. Large
The little green android guy appears and wide windows surround the remaining
the screen and soon I see what I've three walls and the only barrier against
missed. the sun was the pale pink curtains
hanging from each window. Everything
6 missed calls about the room was like the princess’s
3 new messages room. From the vanity in the corner of the
Crap. They're all from him. room the white canopy hanging down and
-'Angel come back we really need to talk' covering the mattress.
-'I need to know what happened'
-'I'm sorry' The loud bang on the door brings me back
from my observation and I run to conceal
It's the last message that gets new tears to myself underneath the bed. As soon as I
start forming in my eyes. Steve may be get all the way underneath, there's one
one of the people who has been the most final blow as the bedroom door flies open.
genuinely kind to me. What was he sorry
for? I couldn't take it anymore. It was all The footsteps are slow. They enter the
getting too much, like a personal hell room and walk around the perimeter. I
inside my head catered to just me. I shut my eyes and my hand goes over to
stripped out of my clothes changing into a cover my mouth. I can't let them hear me
pair of pajamas. My clock said it was only breathe. I don't know who they are, but I
9:15. There's no way I would fall asleep. do know if they find me, I'll die. The
But I didn't want to be awake anymore. Is footsteps are gone. Maybe they went back
this how Sandy felt when she decided she downstairs or to check another room. I
didn't want to be alive anymore? From the begin inching myself from underneath the
cabinet I take the bottle and once again bed when suddenly I feel them yanking
pop a pill into my mouth. my arm dragging me from underneath
hiding. I yell loud enough to hurt my own
My knees buckle and I feel like I've been ears as they grab my hair and begin to
running for miles. My breath comes out in drag me again. Everything around me has
short gasps and I struggle to lift myself become dark and I can't make the face of
back onto my feet. I can hear it-the my attacker.
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