Allen Pounds
English 111
Oct. 27, 2009
Visit to a Scary Place
I was lay there screaming. My head was in pain. I had no breath of what was happening. I was hardly seven years old. There were mass surrounding me. They were all dressed alike, wearing blue outfits with snow-clad veils on their faces.
“We are going to arrest to strap her garbage down; she isn’t cooperating.” I hear one of them say. My arms were bound very forcefully. I was instantly scared.
“Mom, where are you? I’m scared. They are hurting me! Momma, please help me!!” I could non find my mother. I could non see her but tho I could non really see anybody. I could only see the people surrounding me in the blue outfits. I was scared because she was not even answering me.
“ Put the mask on her. She needs to be asleep.” I did not get by if they were talking about me or someone else. I could not help but try and get free. I did not know what they were trying to do to me. “We can not have her screaming and wrestling like this.” A mask was put option on my face and everything went black.
It was the sixteenth twenty-four hour period of April in 1998, I woke up and was sprightly for a new day. My older cousin, Robert, had stayed the night with me and my older sister, Jackie.
We had planned to ride our bikes on the U-turn where we always had so much fun. Everybody got up and had breakfast and we went out to get our day started.
“Hey Shay, hurry up before we leave you!” is what I heard come out of Robert’s mouth, while I was get my bike out of the shed. I jumped on my bike and sped to catch up with them. They were already down the road getting ready to turn onto the U-turn.
“Wait on me! I’m closely there. Don’t leave me, please.” I think they were still trying to pick on me. I was the youngest so I guess they thought it would be fun picking on me.
“Nope, we are not stopping. You better hurry up and...If you exigency to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay
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