Keep Out Part Two

The lady grabbed my hand and led me to a small table and I sat down, 
I then looked at the other kids and they were all running around. She then turned 
the light off
And there was no sound. I thought I went deaf and I couldn’t see I couldn’t find the 
other kids
That were just beside me. When I put my hands in front of my face, I sat in the floor 
and curled into a ball.
Then above me stood a lady about twenty feet tall. When She flicked the magic 
button, the lights turned on
The children were all there, not a one was gone. They had all been put under some 
kind of spell, maybe poison in the cookies or in the pie but  when I looked at them 
none of them looked alive. Their voices
were heavy with every snore the lady then said, “This is how they explore.” she 
handed me a pillow and
And pointed to the floor. I  headed towards the wall and then lunged for the door.
	This was my chance, it stood wide open the clock on the wall read 12:55, 
I knew this moment
I would make it out alive. I threw the pillow on the floor and took it for a ride, the 
smooth floor made the
Pillow slide. As I reached a few inches away from the door, my mother came around 
the corner and looked 
Into my eyes. She just shook her head and wave to the lady. “Good-bye!” I took my 
hand and asked me about my day. “Mommy you wouldn’t believe what goes on in 
that place!” She laughed and said something 
I didn’t understand. “ Too late now, you schooling has to begin, one day you’ll thank 
me and be happy you went.” I  just let the talk drop I knew this day way part of her 
evil plot. I probably ate to much chocolate,
or drank to much sprite but still this torture wasn’t right!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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