7807rc+Showing,+Not+Telling+Essay


 * Slowly closing the door, I left the house. I felt bad, but a good bad. I finally got up the nerve to go to //Bliser ,// a super fun hangout where girls and guys can go to just hangout. Or so I've been told. It's on the bad side of town, though. I felt my back shiver, thinking of all the murders that happened there. If I went I was in danger, but if I didn't the other girls in school would call me a chicken. I gulped and kept on walking through town. **


 * Suddenly, a strange man grabbed my shoulder. He turned me around and I looked at him. He had sharp, beady little eyes and a creepy smirk on his face. I loosened his grip and ran away. I could feel tears burning my eyes as I run. Looking back, I see his face. He was chasing me, faster and faster, by the blink of an eye. Suddenly, I saw a small walkway between two stores. I run and squeeze between them. **


 * I try to get to the other side, but something is pulling me. Looking at my foot, I see it was stuck underneath a rock. I lift the rock up, and stare at my bruised foot. I try to continue running. I cried as I saw him come closer. I look at the end of the path. Then I notice it was a dead end. He looks at me and I realized this was the end. I ask him what he wants.He looks at me and says, **


 * "Tara? Tara wake up!" **


 * "MOM?" **