Disclaimier--I don't own Degrassi...well duh
Here's more guys...sorry about the ling distance between updates, my computer crashed so I had to wait until it got fixed
Emma crawled as fast as she could, which was; since her hair was in her face, not very fast. She attempted to blow the hair out of her way, this caused the hair to fly up...then flop back down in her face. I'm so gonna cut my hair when I get home. Emma was shocked that she could actually think clearly at a time like this. Usually when her outfit didn't match she went into 'panic' mode, yet here she was, in a vent crawling for her life, not panicing...or at least not showing it. I hope Jay is ok. There it is again another 'normal' thought. No, oh ' I'm gonna die,' it was just a thought. Emma's hands and arms moved quickly as she crawled, and her legs and knees moved quicker.Actually her knees and legs were moving faster than her arms and hands. Her knee moved forward while her hand moved back again, and her hand got caught under her knee, causing her to skid forward on it.
"Owe." She said out of habit...she actually didn't feel a thing. She was just so used to crying out in pain when ever she got a small cut or scrape, she didn't realize that sometimes those little scrapes and things didn't even hurt.She lightly shut her eyes then opened them, calming herself down. Removing her hand from under her knee, she got back into her crawling position; hands in front, knees in back. Slowly she began to crawl again, gradually picking her speed up again.
"Urrggghh." She let out a grunt...it irritated her so, that she could not see where it was that she was going. Well there's nothing I can do about it now. She crawled on.
BANG!!
"OUCH!!" Emma cried out in real pain this time. She'd hit another vent. Looking to both her sides she realized that this time it wasn't a fork she'd come to, but an exit. She backed away from the vent and looked at it. It was a way out. She crawled towards the vent once again and peaked through the cracks. She saw what seemed to be a office.Chewing on her lower lip she thought about how she would get down there. At first she hadn't realized that the vent had been getting narrower the farther she crawled. It was so cramped, she could barely move her arms, yet alone put them in front of her so that she could push the vent open. A frustrated sigh excaped her mouth. Think Emma. Think.
"Well DUH!!" She cried with excitement, she now knew what she had to do. Slowly and painfully she crawled backwards. She managed to look up and see through her hair...she was now far enough away to gain speed if she crawled forward as fast as she could, and that's what she did. She crawled forward as fast as she could, she was gaining speed.
BOLT!! She rammed the vent with her head. It popped open and she came tumbling out of the vent. She fell onto the desk she was aiming to land on...she didn't want to land on the ground...that would hurt...well this hurt as well...but the floor would hurt more. Groaning she rolled off she desk, placing her hand on the small of her back she attempted to straighten herself up.
She frowned and became very still...someone was coming. She climbed back onto the table to take a peak into the vent. Her eyes went wide with terror once she saw who it was...Steve.
Shit! How did he manage to catch up with her? She bolted for the door, which was directly in front fo the desk she had once stood on. Expecting the door to come open as soon as she turned the knob, she picked up her speed as she neared the door. Reaching out she turned the knob...it was locked. The door didn't open. She now had no time to stop herself or at least to slow down. She ran into the door, hitting her head with a bang. Oh, gosh...I'm gonna have a major headache tomorrow...MAJOR. Quickly bouncing back from her injury she remembered that she had seen a big ring of keys on the table when she fell on it. She turned back to see Steve stuck, in the narrowest part of the vent. He struggled in vain to get free. Emma laughed boldly at him. He shot daggers at her with his eyes, and she shot them right back. She looked down at the table...the keys weren't there anymore.
Magicly Steve popped from the vent falling onto the table. Emma nearly peed her pants, at the suddeness of Steve's fall. She dropped down to her knees and crawled under the table, her goal was to hide from Steve, instead she ended up finding the keys. She snatched the keys up from their spot on the floor and began to rise up...only to hit the back of her head on the table. How many more times am I gonna hit my head before this is over with? She bit her tounge to keep her cry of pain in her mouth. She now slowly backed back away from the table...then rised up. Why didn't I do that the first time? She thought. Realizing that Steve was now standing and holding his lower back, the way she had done when she fell, she made a mad dash for the door. Picking a random key she pushed it into the key hole...IT FIT!!! And to her luck, because Steve was now running towards her.She turned the lock and pulled the door open, being sure to take the keys from the lock as she slammed the door in Steve's face. She ran down a hall, not caring one bit where it led. As long as she was safe...for now.
There you go...I updated. Now review please...and remember flames are accempted.
