This is my story. Well, not really. This is the story is about seven men, and me. I should not have even been involved! I WAS a normal kid from the 21st century! I lived by YOLO. I got good grades. I played sports. Well, I think you get it. I was what you would call your "Average Joe". Never mind that for now. On to the story!
Once upon a time in a little town called Gypsum (fictional place) lived me. I was called Nikki. My dad said that that meant " victory of the people". He was a nerd and I am not. I do sports, namely track. One day I was out running getting ready for the track season when I heard a voice. It sounded far off and like the person was in horrible pain. So what did I do? I went towards it. I regretted it for many weeks latter.
Well, I saw a swirl of black smoke and a small child screaming. I ran over to the child and grabbed at the kid, who upon closer inspection was a boy. Suddenly the child was sucked into the black smoke. I, being a good person, held onto the boy. Unfortunately, the swirl was stronger than me and I refused to let go of the boy. I had often been said to fall under the category of "stubborn as a mule". Slowly, ever so slowly, both of us were dragged in. The boy screaming for me not to let go. I wouldn't have even if I could. The boy had a death grip on my wrists. Then, suddenly, the winds grew even stronger and I was sucked in after the boy. We breathed in black smoke the was so humid it was suffocating. It swirled into patterns that and were mesmerizing. One vein shoot up and then to the left. They seem to be alive, each going different directions. They wrap themselves around our legs and pull us apart. Then the boy is let go so he just hangs there. His mouth moves but no sound reaches me.
"No!" The word was torn from my lips as the boy slowly floated away. I twisted and turned, trying to get free, trying to save him. The movement only caused me to go flying with such force that I broke free from the whirlwind. I was flying through the air.
It is truly amazing the things that your brain chooses to focus on in moments of danger, like when you are about to crash into a tree. Mine went something like this: Oh that tree is pretty. Wait, I don't remember that tree. Maybe it just looks different at this level. I wonder how high up I am. It would be so cool if I was about ten feet in the air! I like the wind in my hair, it is why I started running in the first place. My friends are never going to believe me! It also said some other pretty dumb things.
