Run

Date: 6/15/2018

It was the last day of school and Freeman wanted us to present something from 2-4 minutes. I wasn’t gonna go because I was already late from the excitement that was left in the quad. The last day was on a Thursday but before we left, Freeman told us we had to come back on Monday or we would get an F on our finals. I kept changing outfits and it was weird. I was wearing two pairs of leggings at some point. Then I teleported to the end of the day. This crazy lady is friends with the Mendoza’s. She’s maybe a babysitter or something. We’re all at the old house and we’re having a party or a get together. The lady and one of the youngest original Mendoza’s, Lucy, are talking in a corner. They’re talking about how the lady must leave. The lady was packing her stuff in a suitcase. I have a flashback to when I was little and I was carrying some sort of animal and then a snapping turtle walked up to me and bit my arm. I screamed and dropped the animal I was holding. This guy posted a video of it, calling me irresponsible. As the lady was saying goodbye, the young couple upstairs was having a fight, the girl slapped the guy and their floor of the building fell on the next and that one fell towards Lucy and the lady. She noticed I was watching, said something to me and bit my arm. She told me that maybe it wasn’t a snapping turtle that bit her. I screamed and remembered what actually happened. It was that lady, but she used her magic to make me forget. I ran into the house and grabbed my family. My mom, my dad, my sister, my dog and my great grandma Erna who passed away April of 2016. We were all running (Grandma was rolling in her wheelchair) as fast as we could, down the street and we took a right on Beachcomber, we were running towards Cayucos or somewhere else, we were trying to find a car of some sort that didn’t look like ours. We ran and found a red car (not helping because out of our two cars we have a red one). This one was a 2018 Chevrolet Tahoe compared to our 2006 Honda Pilot. It wasn’t a sparkly cherry red, but a bright red. My dad started the car as Lina and I put up the seats in the back (they were left down) and we helped my grandma into the car. We closed the doors and I waited for all the lights to go out. There were two in the middle still on and I shut those off as fast as I could. I looked down at my right arm where she had bitten me and I noticed it was no longer just an indentation of my skin, it was a full scale wound. It was bleeding. It hurt a lot. We drove down Beachcomber all the way to Yerba Buena. Our plan was to go down Toro or maybe “stay low” by running on the beach. There were children (ages 3-10) everywhere. They were walking in our direction. I saw Haley running with her earbuds in. We screamed at everyone to run, bike and scooter as fast as they could. None of them listened. We saw a red dot light from a gun behind us. “Someone must be behind us!!!” My Dad yelled. “It has to be her.” I said. “She couldn’t have.” Said my mom. The red dot went from on the road up this young Hispanic girl’s left leg and she got as tall as she could so it wouldn’t be pointed at her. Behind her was a boy crouching down, the trigger was pulled and the boy was killed. His limp body fell to the ground and all the children’s eyes widened. The children were all screaming and running in different directions and I woke up...wondering where the love of my life was in all of this and my heart was beating so fast.