Have you ever wanted to give up? Have you ever reached a dead end, and come to the realization that there was no where else to go? This is what I felt like as I walked away from the remains of the explosion and back into Green’s building. Jack and Green were dueling it out on a helicopter, my rubber ducky had been blown to smithereens, and I was now the only one left standing.
Green’s place was void of all terrorists. Wherever they had gone, it must have been important because the place was completely deserted. Every now and then I would have to step over dead bodies, and lots of times retrace my steps as I tried to find my way to an exit. I ran down countless flights of stairs, only to find that there was yet another floor to go down. Finally, I had reached the ground floor. I celebrated by leaning over and catching my breath, panting heavily. After my heart rate was back to normal, I looked around for the door. But before my eyes reached the front door, I spied an elevator and I smacked myself in the head. How could I have been so stupid! I could have saved so much time if I would’ve found this beforehand.
Still shaking my head in disbelief, I finally spotted the exit doors and walked out. While breathing in fresh air, I realized that I had no idea where I was. I had been brought to this building while I was unconscious in Green’s Hummer, so I had no clue of how to get back to the school. This part of town looked completely unfamiliar.
I also had no method of transportation and no money. There was no way I could pay for a taxi. I was stranded.
Right as I was about to go back into the building to try and brainstorm more options on how to get back home, a man in a moped pulled up. On the back of his moped were five large boxes of pizza. I watched as he grabbed the pizzas and walked to the building next door. But the delivery man had made a mistake. He had left his moped running.
This was my chance, my one opportunity of escape. I ran over to the moped, hopped on, found the right buttons, and shifted the moped into reverse. All of this happened in about ten seconds.
Now, to tell you the truth, I had never driven a moped before. But I had driven a car, so I figured they were about the same. Right? Wrong. Mopeds were WAY different than cars. It took me a while to get used to it, but eventually I was able to control it fairly well.
Even though I now had transportation, I still didn’t know where I was. I drove around for a little while to see if I recognized any of the buildings, but I had no luck. So I did what every lost person does: pull in to the nearest gas station and ask the cashier where to go.
The cashier told me to take a left on Peretti, a right on Dekker, another right on Kingsbury, and then I would be at my school. I thanked the cashier and then drove away on my moped. The directions didn’t sound too hard and the school didn’t sound too far away.
After taking a right on Kingsbury, I spotted my school. I quickly parked my moped, and ran over to my bike that was still resting where I had left it the night before. I rode it back to my house and let myself in the front door. Mom and Dad’s cars weren’t in the garage, so I figured they were already at work. That was probably for the best, considering how I looked right now. Mom would have a fit if she saw me like this and she would ask way too many questions on how I got so dirty.
My first task was to take a bath. I felt filthy from my run in with the bomb and I deserved a nice, warm bath. While I was in the tub, I kept glancing at the spot where my rubber ducky should be, and an ache of sadness kept overcoming my body. I missed my rubber ducky SO much and I would do anything to have it back.
Just then, the doorbell rang. I stiffened. Who could it be? No one ever came to our house. Since I was the only one home, it was my duty to answer the door so I hopped out of the bathtub, quickly dried off, stumbled into some jeans and threw on a t-shirt.
I ran to the front door and yanked it open. What I saw made me wish that I wouldn’t have answered the door. I felt all of my worst fears come rushing back as the man in front of me pointed a gun at my face and grinned.
“Miss me?” Green said as he walked into my house. He held the pointed gun in his right hand, but what really surprised me was what he held in his left hand because in that hand was my rubber ducky.
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