"The Escape" is the first short story I've written. I wrote it at school for this thing called "Writer's Solution" in the "Narration" section where you had to write a story, so I started a sorta spin-of of "Disappeared!". If you are wondering, yes I did get graded on this story, and I got an A! My teacher thought I had an "Excellent Imagination". Well, I hope that this story is liked as much as my other ones are. Here now, is "The Escape".
"Why am I here?" thought Taylor, as he sat alone in the cold, dark room. Taylor was technically like any other 15-year-old, but he was in a band, so he wasn't too ordinary. It took him a few minutes to let the realization of his situation sink in. He had been kidnapped, but for what? And why? No one really knows. At least as far as Taylor (Tay for short) is concerned. He didn't know where he was, what he was doing there, or even why he was there. He just couldn't figure it out. He thought back to before he blacked out, trying to think of any details that might help him....
(from his point of view, telling what he can remember) I was at the mall with my brothers to pick out something to wear. I didn't speak with them because we had gotten into a terrible fight earlier. I was walking ahead of them, and looking in all the store windows to see what they carried. First we had stopped in The Gap, but there was nothing I liked. We had gone on looking around until we saw one store that had looked interesting. I was first to enter into the store, and that was when I felt as though I had been hit across the back of the head with something, but I don't know what. I then blacked out. I have no clue as to what heppened to my brothers, but I hope they are all right.
Tay sat there thinking, considering that it was the only thing he could do. He tried thinking of maybe someway to escape, but he couldn't tell where the door was. Instead of just sitting there, he got up and just kept his hands against the wall as he walked around the room. Finding the door, he turned the knob. Miraculously, the door opened, and Taylor slipped through the door and walked down the hall. From there, he didn't know where to go.
There were three doors down this hall, but Taylor had no idea of which door he needed to go through. He tried the first door on his right. Locked. The second door, which was next to the first one, was also locked. "Here goes nothing," thought Taylor, as he walked up to the third door and tried it. It opened. "Yes!" he thought, as he stuck his head into the doorway.
It was only a closet. Next Tay heard footsteps. "Uh oh, someone's coming. I gotta hide, hmm...I'll just hide in here!" thought Taylor, as he slipped his entire body into the closet and closed the door. He opened a crack and watch the person leave one of the doors open. Taylor thought for a moment, then opened the closet door and quickly and quietly. Swiftly he slid into the hallway and through the open door to a new hallway. "Why does this place have to be so confusing?" puzzled Taylor. He noticed a door with a window, and walked up to it. He looked through the window- there was grass and trees! It was the outdoors! "Finally!" thought Taylor, as he opened the door and walked out.
He was outside, but didn't stay in one place for long. He made a mad dash across the field and continued to run until he came to a road. "I know this road, it's only about 15 minutes from the highway, which is only another 20 minutes from my house!" thought Taylor excitedly. Walking along one side of the road, Taylor's thoughts raced. He realized he could easily be caught again, so he started to run. Faster and faster he ran until he came to an intersection. "Which way?" Tay quickly thought. Right, left, or straight. He quickly made the decision to go straight, and started to run again.
He came upon a blockade of police cars and started to walk towards them. "Can I help you, boy?" said one of the officers as he walked towards Taylor. "Yes, could you tell me which direction the highway is from here?" replied Taylor. He was scared. "It's just up this road. Hey, aren't you one of those boys in that band from Tulsa, Oklahoma?" replied the officer with a glaring look. "Yes, sir." One of the other officers recognized Taylor, and said: "Hey, weren't you that boy that was reported missing a couple days ago?"
"Yes, sir, I guess so." "What's your name boy?" asked the officer that was standing in front of Taylor. "Jordan, sir. Jordan Taylor Hanson." "Come with me, Jordan. I'll take you home." "Thank you, sir." replied Taylor, relieved that he would finally be going home.
Sooo, whadda ya think?? I think I did pretty good for my first short story, but I need your input! Email me your comments by clicking on the star below!
