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  • 1. Long Term ProjectSarah McGibbon, Sierra French, and Colton Cates Period 3 Honors English Charter Story by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 2. I could see it happening in my mind. Icould picture it as if I was someoneelse, watching myself do it. I couldimagine peoples’ reaction when theyfound me, when they found out abouthow I did it. The metal was cold in myhands, the blades reflecting the lightback into my eyes. I twirled thescissors around in my hand, lettingthe dark numbness surround me. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 3. I raised the scissors up to my neck, and just as I was about to push, I heard a man screaming outside my window. Standing up, I walkedHelp! over to the window, peering outside. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 4. There was a man trying to pullsomeone out of a burning car,screaming for someone to help.I wanted to run and help thisman, but I was rendered still.This random man didn’t evenknow the people in the car, andhe was saving their lives. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 5. I finally processed everything that was going on, I dropped the scissors and ranto my door. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline, so I had a hard timeunlocking my door, my hand just seemed to keep slipping from the lock. Once Igot the door open I bolted into the hallway and down to the elevator, slammingmy hand on the button. As many times as I pressed the button, the elevatorseemed to take forever. But with me being on the tenth floor, the stairs mighttake just as long. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 6. When the elevator doors open, theelevator was way too full, I might havebeen able to barely squeeze in with thembut that also meant there was going to bea lot of stops on the way down. Iawkwardly stared at the people on theelevator for a minute and then ran to thestairs, flinging the door open. Slide By Colton Cates
  • 7. I started running down the stairs, trippingover my own feet a few times. It felt like Icouldn’t go fast enough, or the stairswere never ending; like I was in one ofthose labyrinth’s the stairs are somehoweternal. After running down a few flights,I tripped over what seemed to benothing, maybe just from going down somany stairs so fast, and tumbled down tothe next landing. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 8. I wasn’t sure if I was severely injured or not, but there was definitely some bruising. My head was pounding, my leg was throbbing, and I couldn’t feel my hand. After I gathered myself and managed to get up, I kept running down the stairs, trying to ignore the pain in my head and leg. I tumbled down the endless flights of stairs until I came to a door labeled “lobby”.Lobby Slide By Colton Cates
  • 9. I flung the door open and bolted through thelobby, and to the entrance doors. Once outsideI paused, looking both ways, trying to figure outwhere about the car was. My question wasanswered when I looked to the right and sawthe glow of the fire. In the second I wasstanding there, my adrenaline level went downand I could no longer ignore the pain in my legand my throbbing head. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 10. I still couldn’t feel my hand, but the little I didfeel was just a twinge of pain. I reached up andrubbed my head where it was hurting, when Ibrought my hand back down there was bloodcovering my fingertips. Slide by: Sarah McGibbon
  • 11. I turned towards the fire’s glowand limped down the sidewalk, going as fast as I could. Once I finally rounded the corner to the ally, I examined the scene trying to figured out what had happened. Slide By Colton Cates
  • 12. There were tire marks in the street, showing that something had caused the car to spin off the road and into this ally. Since he car was on fire and looked a lot smaller and flatter than it should be, I’m assuming it got pretty banged up, maybe even flipped. Slide By: Sierra French
  • 13. I watched as the man pulled the last body out of the car and dragged him awayfrom the flames. After he made sure they were all okay andcalled 911, I walked up to the man... Slide By: Sierra French
  • 14. “Do you know these boys?” I asked, curiously “No I don’t, sir,” He replied, coughing and trying to catch his breath“Were you the one who caused them to crash?”“No, I was just simply walking by and I watched it happen” “But if you don’t know them, and you didn’tmake them crash. Then why’d you help them?”  He stared a the car for a long while, then the boys, and then looked at me “No one deserves to die, no matter what they’ve done” Slide By: Sierra French
  • 15. I had no response to that...In a way, he was right. But, what if they’d done wrongto many people. What if he simply had no reason to live. Slide By: Sierra French
  • 16. “Sir,” I said, catching his attention again “What if they reallydon’t have a reason to live”He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets “Everyonehas something to live for, even if they don’t feel like it.They always have something to live for. People that careabout them, even a little bit.”  Slide By: Sierra French
  • 17. I walked away, thinking aboutwhat he’d said. He was right. I had my family, and a fewfriends. If I killed myself, they would be grieving, I’d be causing them pain. I can’t do that to them. Just because I feel sorry for myself, I can’t hurt the people around me. I can’t make them go through that pain, have to plan my funeral, get rid of my body. Slide By: Sierra French
  • 18. I do feel like there’s nothing more to live for right now, but I guess I will get through it. I will find a reason to live. That man back there saved those boys, and for all he knows they could be killers but he truly cared about them, even if he didn’t know them. I have people around me that care about me too. I have something to live for. Slide By: Sierra French