Creative Hour

  I was livid.  Boiling hot blood pumped through my veins as I watched my step mom snip my prom dress into miniscule pieces and all because I failed to remember to pick up some eggs for tonight’s dinner.  How could my father marry such a vile woman? I couldn’t take it anymore there was nothing else to do but run.  My legs began to carry me across the hot asphalt, past my neighbors houses, through the marsh and finally to the dense forest.  Here the wrath of my Step Mom, Sue would no longer affect me.  Several hours past by and I still carried my determined walking pace until I was startled by a loud crack.  A tree off in the distance came down with a thunder, its mighty stance no longer present in the forest.  There was fear in the air, birds began to fly away, squirrels scurried up the trunks of trees and the occasional rabbit buried itself beneath the cool forest floor.  What could they be running from?  I continued cautiously further and further into the forest when my peripheral vision caught a quick glimpse of a dark figure the size of a car.  My head spun around and the huge creature was up in the air floating like a cloud and hurried away fast gracefully weaving through the maze of trees.  I was being hunted.  My escape plan was halted when I realized I was surrounded by a pod of sharks.  Staring into the eyes of the great beasts I could tell my fate was grim and my thoughts were proven right when the first shark hit me with powerful force, its jaws ripping my skin to shreds and my bones into tiny pieces.