Kelly Curiel (July 22,1993 / Thousand Oaks)
Scared, nervous, terrified,
My heart beat faster with every step I took.
Closer, closer CLOSER To the door.
The door which held oblivion,
the door which ate up everything in its path.
Fingers trembling, I reached for the door knob ever so slowly
There is no turning back now, I thought,
Though something inside of me wished I could.
I may not come out alive.
I mustered all the bravery left in my veins,
held my breath,
and swung the door open with all my strength and leaped inside.
Dirty socks and stuffed animals flew at me from every direction
Crumpled paper, failed tests, and overdue library books cluttered the floor
I turned around and made a desperate bolt of escape,
but then a python of a blanket seized my leg and pulled me to the floor.
This is the end I thought miserably, my enemy had won.
NO, you must not think like that
You can do it
Get up and show them what you’re made of
I freed myself of the devil python’s grasp and picked up everything off the floor.
I grabbed a tennis racket and swatted anything in my direction.
I then gathered up everything and shoved it in a dark corner under my bed.
I stood up and trotted happily out the door in victory.
My room was clean.
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