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01/12/10 English, Period 7 Mrs. Mirecka The Door She woke from her restless sleep, panting and white with fear. Her baby blue eyes and short, sophisticated hair glittered in the moon‐light that was sweeping in through the transparent curtains that Dloated in front of the veranda doors. Her eyes scanned the room until they rested upon the door. Brand new redwood with a brass handle. It matched her furniture and made the room look expensive and elegant. She questioned herself about opening it couldn’t bring herself to do it. All the horriDic things that lay on the other side. They had extinguished her entire family and she was left all alone. Downstairs the front door began to splinter and boots thundered across the hardwood Dloors. She silently stepped over to her wardrobe and she began to tilt it from side to side. The footsteps had now reached the stairs and they began to climb upwards. The wardrobe made the ground shudder as it crashed to the Dloor. She retreated to under her bed as the door began to crack. Her last safe haven ha been discovered. Bullets began to shred the walls and splinters of wood buried themselves into her skin. A grenade rolled in front of her eyes and she closed her so tight, she thought it would shut out the rest of the world. She woke from her restless sleep, panting and white with fear. She looked at the door…..

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01/12/10

English,Period7

Mrs.Mirecka

TheDoor

Shewokefromherrestlesssleep,pantingandwhitewithfear.Herbabyblueeyes

andshort,sophisticatedhairglitteredinthemoon‐lightthatwassweepingin

throughthetransparentcurtainsthatDloatedinfrontoftheverandadoors.Hereyes

scannedtheroomuntiltheyresteduponthedoor.Brandnewredwoodwithabrass

handle.Itmatchedherfurnitureandmadetheroomlookexpensiveandelegant.

Shequestionedherselfaboutopeningitcouldn’tbringherselftodoit.Allthe

horriDicthingsthatlayontheotherside.Theyhadextinguishedherentirefamily

andshewasleftallalone.Downstairsthefrontdoorbegantosplinterandboots

thunderedacrossthehardwoodDloors.Shesilentlysteppedovertoherwardrobe

andshebegantotiltitfromsidetoside.Thefootstepshadnowreachedthestairs

andtheybegantoclimbupwards.Thewardrobemadethegroundshudderasit

crashedtotheDloor.Sheretreatedtounderherbedasthedoorbegantocrack.Her

lastsafehavenhabeendiscovered.Bulletsbegantoshredthewallsandsplintersof

woodburiedthemselvesintoherskin.Agrenaderolledinfrontofhereyesandshe

closedhersotight,shethoughtitwouldshutouttherestoftheworld.Shewoke

fromherrestlesssleep,pantingandwhitewithfear.Shelookedatthedoor…..