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Carol slowly opened her eyes. She hazily saw footsteps running towards her through a deep fog of smoke. She could see gasoline dripping and smell smoke. She was sitting upside down. She tried to move, but a sharp pain stung up her spine like a million knives stabbing into her at once. She tried to reach for her seatbelt, but it was jammed. All of a sudden, she heard pounding.

“Can you hear me?” A deep voice shouted.
Katie screamed back for help, “I can’t get out”
“Stay calm,” the deep voice screamed as he ran away from Carol’s view.

Carol begins to panic again, wondering why this person was abandoning her, and suddenly, she heard the glass window shattering in her back seat. The man crawled through the window with a knife and began to cut Carol’s seatbelt. He carefully drags Carol out of the flipped car and carries her to his car, stationed 20 feet away. As the reach his car, Carol’s destroyed car goes up in flames.

“I’m really excited”


It was a typical December day in Pittsburgh, cold and gloomy with no snow. Jourdan drives home from Mount Lebanon Senior High school. Senioritis is in full effect and all she is doing is waiting to hear back from colleges.

She opened the door from her garage to her kitchen, and sitting on the shiny silver stainless steel countertop was a large purple envelope addressed for her.

Her heart began to race; it felt like it was beating a million times per minute. She suddenly begins to shake.

“Could this be it?” She thought to herself, “Did I get in?”

She hesitantly picks up the envelope, it felt heavy.

She slowly opens the envelope, and pulled out the letter, only looking for one word: Congratulations.

Finally, a smile grew on her face and she looked like a child in a candy shop. She begins screaming and jumping around her kitchen.

Her startled dog, Oatmeal, runs into the kitchen in a panic. She is the only one home to celebrate with her. Jourdan doesn’t hesitate; she picks up Oatmeal's front paws and begins dancing around the kitchen with the poor dog. Just as that moment, her father walks in the front door.

“I got in Daddy! I got in!” Jourdan screamed.

Her father smiles and begins to join in dancing around the kitchen with Jourdan and Oatmeal.




“I don’t trust you”

My alarm clock began buzzing at 4:30 a.m... This was way too early for me. Suddenly, the realization of why I was awake at this ungodly hour had hit me. Today was the day of my surgery. I struggled to get out of bed. My leg was being held together with a giant knee brace which resembled a bionicle leg.

I was getting into our black Jeep Grand Cherokee for the ride to the hospital when I suddenly panicked.

“Quick, Dad! Get me a Sharpie,” I screamed.

Confused, but nervous about the upcoming events of the day, my dad ran into the house and brought me out a marker.

On my left leg, I wrote “YES” in bold capital letters, and on my right leg I boldly wrote out, “DON’T CUT ME OPEN!”

My dad began to laugh, until he realized that I was being serious.

I shrugged and simply said, “I’ve heard too many stories about doctors.”

My dad agreed and began to drive to the hospital.

After a series of nurses and doctors coming to talk with me before my surgery, my Orthopedic came into the room.

He had a pen in his hand and asked, “Now Jourdan, we have to confirm these things, what knee are we operating on?”

“The left one,” I answered.
My doctor was about to sign my left leg, when he saw the giant YES, he glanced over to my right leg to see what I had written there. He gave me a stern look of disappointment and betrayal.

My face turned five shades of red and quietly I apologized.