Story Writing 2

Instructions

Just another story ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I took a minute to look at the sky, the colors of the night shining down on me in a comforting manner. It's been a while since I've felt like I could be at peace in my home life, but turns out I actually found a small moment of peace. I'm Ava Murph, a native from a city in Arizona. I've lived here for as long as I can remember. However, there was always something off about me. Everyone always said my hair was too brown, or I was too pale, or I was too tall. But, I didn't care. I liked how I was. "AVA!" someone yelled from behind me. I turned around swiftly to see my sister, Marabelle, running to me with her signature red bandana in her hair, her flannel shirt and her ripped jean shorts that I could NEVER wear. "Marabelle! What are you doing? You're supposed to be in bed!" I whisper yelled, not wanting to draw attention. "B-But Ava... Mum and Dad aren't at home..." That concerned me. I began walking over to her as I gently adjusted my shoulder less green and white sweater. "They aren't home...?" "No... t-they aren't." "Did you check their bedroom?" "No..." I facepalmed. "My goodness, how am I sisters with such an idiot!?" I muttered. So, I went with her to investigate. Surely enough, they weren't home, and that... was very concerning. I'm only 15, you can't expect me to handle this myself! "Marabelle... let's check their bedroom," I whispered to her. She gave a small nod. The poor girl was only 9. I then walked up to the old oak door of our parent's bedroom, the thinly coated walls of paint making me feel a bit uneased. But as I approached the bedroom... I could smell something off. Something... metallic. "Weird... why is there metal in their bedroom?" I opened the door... slightly creaking it to where I could peak inside, my glasses lifted from my face because I wasn't reading at the current moment. However, when I opened the door fully a few seconds later, I let out a scream. There lied my parents... lifeless. Motionless. Yep, you guessed it. Dead. I quickly covered my sisters' eyes so she wouldn't see a thing. There was one thing going through my mind... 'Who in the world is in my house!?' I felt a growing sense of paranoia as I urged my sister to grab whatever she could out of the house, my hands slowly shaking from the panic that was starting to settle in. "Hurry, hurry, no time!" I practically yelled as I started putting the little we owned into our backpacks. "But Ava-" I cut Marabelle off in an instant. "No. TIME!" I stated through my trembling form, trying to hide the fear in my voice unsuccessfully. I began running with her in my hand, but now that I knew something was off, the once not long hallways seemed to go on endlessly, as if my own mind was playing tricks on me. It was like I was in a daze, my own world slowly turning on its' end as I kept running with her. I heard a set of footsteps slowly turn towards me, running from behind. I quickly turned around... but I didn't get a good look before I fell to the ground. I awakened in a room for what seemed like days later, and the first thing I see are two boys who were cuddling each other close. At least they found happiness. But then I looked around... and I couldn't find Marabelle anywhere. I rose up, a bit dazed. "Woah," one of the boys began, "take it easy. We're trapped here too." "Where am I!?" I looked around. The other boy then spoke. "Some type of... game, as somebody called it." That's when I realized. Something's going on... but I don't know what.