Spit Wars

"Ew, you spit when you talk," I informed Jordyn.

"Oh really, how about this," she said spitting all over me.

I lurched towards her and spit on her.  It landed right on her head.

"AAAhhhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed.

She started rapidly spitting and ranting on and on about random things that didn't correspond to the situation.  I swiftly ducked the spit fired from her mouth, but she hit me many times.  Once the rumble started dying down, Jordyn started talking to Jacob Jones again.  While they were chatting, I aimed and spit on Jordyn's face.  She recoiled and shrieked.  I saw the contorted look on her face and knew I was in for trouble.  I hid behind my coat as Jordyn did a rapid shot.  Then the commotion died down once again.  Jordyn went back to her calm chatter.  Suddenly, Thomas spit on her and once again, she went into crazy mode.  I just laughed and applied hand sanitizer to my hair to mask the smell of saliva.  They kept spitting.  Out of the blue, Grey threw Jordyn's lip gloss to Thomas.

"I'm on Jordyn's team," he cried.

"So you're on my team," Jordyn said.

"No, I'm on Jordyn's team," he replied.

"I am Jordyn," Jordyn informed.

"Then who is he," Grey asked, pointing to Thomas.

"You thought he was Jordyn," Jordyn laughed.

"I just listened to the names you were saying," he replied.

"So I'm Thomas," Jordyn laughed.

We just laughed and laughed.

AHW

Oh fudge, I thought.  The busses were just pulling out of the parking lot as I realized that I had left my iPad and purse in the girls locker room after track.    There was no turning back. I could not have stopped the bus from leaving the bus loop just to allow me to get my things.  The whole ride home, I developed a plan to go back to school and get my things. Finally, the bus came to a steady stop in front of my street.  I rushed home and carefully rang the door bell.

"Mommy," I declared,"We must go back to school because I think I left my IPad there."

She didn't look to happy,  but we still hopped into the car and drove back to school.  We slowly pulled into the drop off and pick up lane.  With the agility of a hare, I swiftly hopped out of the car and ran into the school. I half jog, half sprinted into on the girls locker room.  I looked in every nook and cranny, but could not find my IPad and purse.  Where could it be?  I ran to the lost and found, but I still couldn't find them.  So just to on make sure, I ran back to my locker and could not find it.  When I got home, I was desparate.  I tried Find My IPhone, but my IPad's iCloud was turned off.  My mind was racing.  Where could it be?  It couldn't have been stolen!  Maybe somone I know picked it up for me.  Then, the idea to text everyone poped into my yum head.  I quickly grabbed Erika's IPad and went on Messages.  I started frantically texting on the group chat to see if anyone had a clue where it was.  Megan texted, "I have it."  I sighed with relief.  My things were safe.

Vegetarian Challenge

Today we were talking during lunch about being vegetarian.  Somewhere during that discussion, we decided to have a competition to see who could be vegetarian the longest.  The original group was Aria, Nia, Jordyn, Ania, Shin Be, Megan and I.  But right after lunch, Megan forfeit.

"I can never be vegetarian," she confessed.

Later, Shin Be got out after eating beef roast on accident.  Some contenders are Nia and Ania because Nia's vegan and Ania's vegetarian so they normally don't eat meat.   For the rest of us,we have to fasten our seat belt, because there's a bump road ahead.

AHW

I stood behind the thickened white line in Lane 2, as I prepared to run the 200 meter dash.  My previous experiences with the 200 meter had been horrible.  Oh, I don't think I can run the 200, I'll probably get last.  I don't even know how to pace myself, I though.  I finished my 200 meter with an okay, yet disappointing 40 second time.  I glanced back at Sarah and ahead at the runners from BHMS.  In my head, I recalled tips that Coach Geisler had given to us.

Don't look at the other runners, only focus on what you're running.

Once you get to the finish line, you want to lean forward to get over the line faster.

These tips raced through my mind as I stood there waiting for the race to start.

"Take you marks," yelled the man with the smoke gun.

I leaned over into a lunging position.  Putting most of my weight onto my right leg.

"Get set," the man screamed.

I squinted my eyes and scanned the track in front of me.  I was going to try my best even though, I expected to totally fail.  Just to make myself feel okay and not too bad.  I came back to reality with a new attitude.  I was going to do my best even though it might not be good enough.  The man shot his gun and we were off.  Having to go around a curve, the people on the outside lanes seemed well ahead of me.  But to my astonishment, I started gaining, yet I wasn't even sprinting.  That was when it dawned on me.  The 200 meter wasn't this hard race that I could never dominate in.  The 200 meter was just up my alley though I never noticed.  I passed the last runner in front of me and heard the sound of stomping feet fade behind me.  It wasn't too quiet, but quiet enough to let me know that I had quiet a lead.  It was when I hit the 100 meter mark that I realized that, sprinting would be my best choice.  I sped up a little, and sped past a crowd of people cheering for BCS.  In a flash, I crossed the finish line.

"Okay, your time is 33.77," my timer declared.

I was handed a little popsicle stick with the number 1 and was sent to give my time to Mrs. Stone and Mrs. Best.  I felt enlightened.  I had decreased my time by 6-7 seconds.  I knew that I'd have to run it again.

AHW

Come to the Expedition 2015 at Groves.  I'll be there along with Project COPE at 6-8pm.  There are many cool science things.  if you don't find science amusing, how about marshmallows covered in liquid nitrogen.  I hope to see some of the Joberts team there.

AHW

I stared down the turf near the track as the last 1600m runner jogged past the finish line.

"All 100m runners down here," yelled a grumpy old man, walking down the field with the support of his walker.

We knew from previous experience that he had quite a temper.

"Boys go back there," he barked, "I said boys go back there!"

The boys quickly and quietly walked to the corner of the track.

"Ok now girls over here," he scoffed.

Suddenly, an immense, gust of wind, blasted towards us.  It was no south wind.  It felt like it was winter again.  I waited shivering for the old man to start lining up the 6th graders.  Why in the world did I take off my coat so early.  I was only wearing 2 tank tops and shorts.  Then, the rain started drizzling down on us.  Great.  It was raining and we were being tossed around by the cold, icy wind.  I huddled with the other BCS 100m 6th grade girls to keep warm.  Finally, it was the last heat of 7th grade girls.

"You guys move up," he yelled.

I was very confused.  Why put 6th graders up against 7th graders.

"Get ready," the old man yelled.

To my confusion, there were no starting blocks.  Some of the girls still got into the position.

"Not yet," he yelled.

The girls scampered to their feet.

"Take you marks," another man holding the starting gun declared, "Get set."

Bang! the gun rang.

I sprinted down the track towards a tiny white flag.  The world around me became a blur and all I could concentrate on, was the teensy white flag that marked the end.  It got closer and closer.  With one more stride, I was past the finish line.  I saw a timer go over to Marlena and tell her that she got 15.56 sec.

"Well would you look at that," my timer exclaimed, "15.56 sec!"

I was handed the stick with a 2 on it and reported my time to the timing table.  No bad for my first track meet.

AHW

n It was a rainy day in Seattle, it did not make mourning any better.  About half way across the U.S., was the familiar place that I called home.  I left almost everything I had behind.  Old memories, old friends, my old school, literally everything that had become the foundation of my life had been left behind.  It all started on a dark and dreary day in Montauk, New York.  I arrived home at approximately 8:00 from soccer practice with my friend Kendall.

“Honey, can we see you for a minute,” my mother asked.

“Yeah, why,” I wondered.

“Well, as you know your father was a contender for a job Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, “He didn't get the job he asked for.”

“What,” I exclaimed, “But dad was so perfect for it.”

“He got a job to work at Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, emphasizing the "a", “But in Seattle.”

“Wait, I don’t have to go to Seattle do I.  This is the part where you tell me that I’m not moving to Seattle,” I pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but we’re leaving next week,” mom muttered.

“No, I’m staying here with everything I know as reality,” I yelled.

“Keep it down.  Your father doesn't want to know that you are disappointed,” mom whispered.

“I’ll just stay with grandma and you and dad can go to Seattle,” I begged.

“No, we have already made the decision and we are going to go,” mom yelled.

I walked back into the room where Kendall had been waiting and cried my eyes out.  On the day of our move across the US, Kendall gave me a necklace.

“Don’t forget me Kenzie,” she asked.“Why would I, you’re my best friend,” I said.

For the next 5 minutes we stood there shedding hot tears that we could no longer hold back.

“That’s enough.  We’ll be late for our flight,” my mom said as she dragged me into the car.

School in Seattle was such a drag at first, but once I made some friends, Seattle started to feel like home.

"Hi I'm Kenzie.  Umm, do you happen to know where AP Science is," I asked a girl.

"Yeah, my name's Maia and I'm heading there right now," the girl replied, "Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm from New York," I replied.

"That's far from here," Maia remarked

"I know, I still adjusting to Seattle," I sighed.

"Well, would you like to join the theater club tonight at the diner near the movie theater," asked Maia.

"I'd love to," I replied.

"Well, here we are," said Maia, showing me into the science lab.

I quickly thanked Maia and headed into the room.  During the day I fantasized how great my life could be in Seattle, but I later felt guilty about replacing Montauk.  The guilt was so overwhelming.  That was until I realized that Seattle could be called my home, but that doesn't mean I can't be a Montauk girl.

AHW

n It was a rainy day in Seattle, it did not make mourning any better.  About half way across the U.S., was the familiar place that I called home.  I left almost everything I had behind.  Old memories, old friends, my old school, literally everything that had become the foundation of my life had been left behind.  It all started on a dark and dreary day in Montauk, New York.  I arrived home at approximately 8:00 from soccer practice with my friend Kendall.

“Honey, can we see you for a minute,” my mother asked.

“Yeah, why,” I wondered.

“Well, as you know your father was a contender for a job Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, “He didn't get the job he asked for.”

“What,” I exclaimed, “But dad was so perfect for it.”

“He got a job to work at Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, emphasizing the "a", “But in Seattle.”

“Wait, I don’t have to go to Seattle do I.  This is the part where you tell me that I’m not moving to Seattle,” I pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but we’re leaving next week,” mom muttered.

“No, I’m staying here with everything I know as reality,” I yelled.

“Keep it down.  Your father doesn't want to know that you are disappointed,” mom whispered.

“I’ll just stay with grandma and you and dad can go to Seattle,” I begged.

“No, we have already made the decision and we are going to go,” mom yelled.

I walked back into the room where Kendall had been waiting and cried my eyes out.  On the day of our move across the US, Kendall gave me a necklace.

“Don’t forget me Kenzie,” she asked.“Why would I, you’re my best friend,” I said.

For the next 5 minutes we stood there shedding hot tears that we could no longer hold back.

“That’s enough.  We’ll be late for our flight,” my mom said as she dragged me into the car.

School in Seattle was such a drag at first, but once I made some friends, Seattle started to feel like home.

"Hi I'm Kenzie.  Umm, do you happen to know where AP Science is," I asked a girl.

"Yeah, my name's Maia and I'm heading there right now," the girl replied, "Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm from New York," I replied.

"That's far from here," Maia remarked

"I know, I still adjusting to Seattle," I sighed.

"Well, would you like to join the theater club tonight at the diner near the movie theater," asked Maia.

"I'd love to," I replied.

"Well, here we are," said Maia, showing me into the science lab.

I quickly thanked Maia and headed into the room.

AHW

It was a rainy day in Seattle, it did not make mourning any better.  About half way across the U.S., was the familiar place that I called home.  I left almost everything I had behind.  Old memories, old friends, my old school, literally everything that had become the foundation of my life had been left behind.  It all started on a dark and dreary day in Montauk, New York.  I arrived home at approximately 8:00 from soccer practice with my friend Kendall.

“Honey, can we see you for a minute,” my mother asked.

“Yeah, why,” I wondered.

“Well, as you know your father was a contender for a job Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, “He didn't get the job he asked for.”

“What,” I exclaimed, “But dad was so perfect for it.”

“He got a job to work at Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, emphasizing the "a", “But in Seattle.”

“Wait, I don’t have to go to Seattle do I.  This is the part where you tell me that I’m not moving to Seattle,” I pleaded.

“I’m sorry, but we’re leaving next week,” mom muttered.

“No, I’m staying here with everything I know as reality,” I yelled.

“Keep it down.  Your father doesn't want to know that you are disappointed,” mom whispered.

“I’ll just stay with grandma and you and dad can go to Seattle,” I begged.

“No, we have already made the decision and we are going to go,” mom yelled.

I walked back into the room where Kendall had been waiting and cried my eyes out.  On the day of our move across the US, Kendall gave me a necklace.

“Don’t forget me Kenzie,” she asked.“Why would I, you’re my best friend,” I said.

For the next 5 minutes we stood there shedding hot tears that we could no longer hold back.

“That’s enough.  We’ll be late for our flight,” my mom said as she dragged me into the car.

School in Seattle was such a drag at first, but once I made some friends, Seattle started to feel like home.

"Hi I'm Kenzie.  Umm, do you happen to know where AP Science is," I asked a girl.

"Yeah, my name's Maia and I'm heading there right now," the girl replied, "Are you new here?"

"Yeah, I'm from New York," I replied.

"That's far from here,"

AHW

It was a rainy day in Seattle, it did not make mourning any better.  About half way across the U.S., was the familiar place that I called home.  I left almost everything I had behind.  Old memories, old friends, my old school, literally everything that had become the foundation of my life had been left behind.  It all started on a dark and dreary day in Montauk, New York.  I arrived home at approximately 8:00 from soccer practice with my friend Kendall.

“Honey, can we see you for a minute,” my mother asked.

“Yeah, why,” I wondered.

“Well, as you know your father was a contender for a job Melanie’s Auto Insurance,” mom continued, “He didn’t get the job he asked for.”

“What,” I exclaimed, “But daddy was so perfect for it.”

“He got a job to work at Melanie’s Auto Insurance Headquarters,” mom continued, “Located in Seattle.”

“Wait, I don’t have to go to Seattle do I.  This is the part where you tell me that I’m not moving to Seattle,” I hoped.

“I’m sorry, but we’re leaving next week,” mom muttered.

“No, I’m staying here with everything I know as reality,” I yelled.

“Keep it down.  Your father doesn’t want to know that you are disappointed,” mom whispered.

“I’ll just stay with grandma and you and dad can go to Seattle,” I begged.

“No, we have already made the decision and we are going to go,” mom yelled.

AHW

Annually, there is a gathering of all the world's villans.  The purpose of the gathering is to share our evil ideas.  I briskly march onto the stage of the dining hall where the gathering is flourishing.  I can feel my palms sweating and my legs shaking.  It's time.

"Hi I'm Emeline and I study neurology.  There are many things that will thwart the human mind, but I have created somthing far more complex than the little puzzles that take forever to solve.  I have created a simulation, where you will be forced to between fighting for your life or haveing you friends and loved ones fight for you.  I have a weapon that will destroy humanity," I announced.

Silence swept across the dining hall.

AHW

I dived towards the brown and white blur, only to tumble into Lauren.  Suddenly the blur stopped.  It was Lauren's dog Izzy.  Izzy was a playful, yet naughty mixed breed.. I playfully glared at her to try to stare the tennis ball out her mouth.

"Ahhhhhh," it was Erika.

She wasn't shrieking because she was scared, but we observed that it you run and scream, Izzy will follow you.  I lunged towards the once again blurred figure, only to fall flat on my stomach.  Izzy skillfully dodged me and swiveled around Lauren.

"No," I laughed,"It's so hard to get the tennis ball away from her."

"I know right," Lauren said.

Again, Erika screamed and waved her arms in the air as she ran around like a mad woman.  But once again, Izzy swiftly out-smarted us.  Out of luck decided to stand still and wait for Izzy to come to us.  Izzy slowly crept towards Lauren.  Come on, I thought. Izzy had froze right in front of Lauren.  Like a flash of lightning, Lauren dove forward and grabbed Izzy by her hind legs.  I sauntered over and plucked the neon tennis ball from her mouth.  Victory was ours!

AHW

"My tummy hurts," Erika whispered to me.

"Do you feel like throwing up," I drowsily mummbled.

"Yes," she whispered.

Frightened by her remark, I jolted up into a sitting position.  In the darkness of night, I could make out a person which I assumed was Erika sitting at the foot of my bed.

"Why don't you goto the bathroom," I whined, "I'm tired and don't want you throwing up on me."

"But I'm scared," Erika whimpered.

I could see her small body shiver.  It was probably 1 in the morning and I didn't feel like getting to my feet, yet I also didn't want to be covered in reaking stomach acid and bile.

"Go to Mommy's room," I pleaded.

"I'm to scared," Erika whined.

I had to choose which outcome I'd rather face.  Getting out of bed and acompanying Erika to my parents room was by far the winner.  I sluggily got out of bed.  I recoiled as my feet touched the icy cold floor.  Erika and Iwalk through the darkness until we made it to my parents room.  Erika went in, and I ran all the way back to my room and curled up under the warm covers.

Running From the Rain

A noise that sounded like aluminum clanging started down the street.

"Narissa, what's that noise," I asked

"Karina, we must hide," my sister Narissa whispered, her eyes full of worry.

"Why," I asked.

Before she had time to answer, there was a loud knock on the door.  Narissa put some pressure on the wall that opened up a secret compartment behind a pressure plate.  Longing for answers, I was shoved into the secret room.  Right behind me, Narissa hopped in to.  The knocking got louder and louder.

"Open up.  If you don't we'll bust open your door," threatened a deep monotone voice.

"What is," I asked.

"Shhhhh," Narissa shushed, cutting me off.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

"We know you're in here," came the voice again, "You can't hide!"

"A group of people who call themselves the government lost control over their artificial intelligent robots and the robots who have actually named themselves "The Rain" are now on a rampage and there's nothing the government can do but hide," Narissa whispered.

"I'm scared," I whined.

"We have to jump," she whispered again.

"Wha," I asked.

My question was answered when she pushed yet another pressure plate to open a panel into a dark hole.

"Jump," she demanded.

"Are you coming with me," I asked.

"Just jump," Narissa whispered.

"Will someone catch uaaaaahhhhhhhhh," I screamed

I realized that Narissa had shoved me and that I was now tumbling into the dark abyss. The light from the little opening got smaller and smaller.  A small figure stepped into the opening and jumped.

The air in my lungs were forced out as I hit a net.  There was a dull thud a few feet away.

"Karina, are you there," I heard Narissa ask.

"Yeah," I informed, "But what happened?"

Suddenly, big spotlights turned on, almost blinding me.

"Identify yourselves," I loud voice commanded.

"It's Narissa, and we don't have time to question everyone who comes falling down this hole to hide.  'The Rain' is after us" Narissa snapped.

"Geez, I was just following safety precautions," the voice said again.

That's when I noticed the voice coming from a man standing across the room.  He looked about 18 or 19.  He was wearing an outfit that resembled a military uniform, but the colors were black and purple and there was a purple dragon on the back.

"Follow me," Narissa murmured.

Obeying the command, I followed her as we walk into a maze of twisting corridors going left and right and left and right.  Running to keep up with Narissa's long strides, I couldn't help but let my mind wander off.  Beeeeeeeep, beeeeep, beeeeep, beeeeeeep.  A siren went off and there were red strobe lights flashing everywhere.

"Oh no, they've found us," Narissa panicked, "We have to run to corridor 526 there's an iron door and we'll be safe."

We sprinted down hallways that looked so similar, marked with numbers.  520 one wall read.  WE were almost to safety.

"You can't run from us," a scary monotone voice shouted behind us.

The voice was followed by loud, clanging foot steps.  It must've been a robot.  As the sound got closer and closer, and the numbers got larger and larger I got more nervous and scared.  Hope filled me as I read the number 525.  We were almost there.  To pull me from my daydreams, the robot seemed to sound closer and closer.

"Only a little bit more," Narissa whispered.

My lungs felt like they were on fire.  I was now panting like a dog who had been lock out in a yard in 100 degree weather.  With the last bit of energy that I had in me, I looked at the sign above a door that read 526 and sprinted.  It got closer and closer and so did the robot.  At one point, I felt the robot's aluminum hand brush against my back.  I pushed my legs with all my might and collapsed when we passed the entrance to 526.

"We're safe," Narissa panted.

"What's happening," asked a worried woman running down the hallway.

She was around Narissa's age 15 or 16 and had silky black hair that shined in the bright corridor lights.  She was also wearing black and purple, but she was wearing a knee high dress and black, patent leather pumps.

"The, gasp* rain is, gasp* in the building,"  Narissa panted.

"How!  Our security is top notch," the woman cried.

Narissa just gave tired shrug.

"Sorry I have been so rude.  Let me introduce myself.  My name is Josie, but everyone calls me Jojo and would you like some water," she asked.

Narissa and I nodded.  As she ran off to go fetch us water, I realized that I was in agonizing pain.  Both of my feet were blistered and my throat was as dry as the Sahara Desert.

"I'm back," Jojo yelled, scampering down the hallway.

"So do we have any updates," Narissa asked.

"The robots were stopped by the invisible barrier at 526," said Jojo, "And that's about it."

"Good," Narissa whispered, "Take us to your office."

Jojo hoisted us to our feet and led us to a ginormous steel door.  To my surprise, the doors swung open silently, not clanging like I had thought.  Jojo's offices was the size of the white house.  Of course, there were various rooms, but it was big.

"Would you care for some tea and scones, asked a maid.

"Please bring some white chocolate and hazelnut cookies Matilda," Jojo commanded.

"Right away miss," and Matilda was off.

"Okay, we have to talk business," Narissa muttered.

"I guess we could send one of our robots to go find their weak spots," Jojo suggested.

"But we're risking that we lose control of our robots and our robots are more dangerous," Narissa argued, "We need to talk to the government's engineers and maybe they'll know how to stop them."

"That would be difficult, considering that everyone in the government is scattered across the US hiding," Jojo informed.

"Can't we call the super heroes," I asked.

Being an imaginative 6 year old didn't help them think of any way to solve their robot dilemma.  When the clock read 12:00 PM, we were surrounded by crumpled up sheets of paper that had faulty ideas written all over them.

"This is hopeless," Jojo sighed.

"You said it," Narissa whispered.

"Why can't we just take the risks," I asked.

"I guess we'll have to," Jojo suggested, "Send out the C4 robots.  Tell the mechanics to watch the readings."

"Ok," said Matilda.

"Oh I just hope it all works out," Jojo sighed.

I couldn't think about all the bad things that could have gone wrong on the mission to stop the rain.

"We have to run," said Narissa, her face looked doubtful.

Then and there, I understood that the chance of beating the Rain was slim.  We were running from the Rain.  Not Fighting.

Running From the Rain

A noise that sounded like aluminum clanging started down the street.

"Narissa, what's that noise," I asked

"Karina, we must hide," my sister Narissa whispered, her eyes full of worry.

"Why," I asked.

Before she had time to answer, there was a loud knock on the door.  Narissa put some pressure on the wall that opened up a secret compartment behind a pressure plate.  Longing for answers, I was shoved into the secret room.  Right behind me, Narissa hopped in to.  The knocking got louder and louder.

"Open up.  If you don't we'll bust open your door," threatened a deep monotone voice.

"What is," I asked.

"Shhhhh," Narissa shushed, cutting me off.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

"We know you're in here," came the voice again, "You can't hide!"

"A group of people who call themselves the government lost control over their artificial intelligent robots and the robots who have actually named themselves "The Rain" are now on a rampage and there's nothing the government can do but hide," Narissa whispered.

"I'm scared," I whined.

"We have to jump," she whispered again.

"Wha," I asked.

My question was answered when she pushed yet another pressure plate to open a panel into a dark hole.

"Jump," she demanded.

"Are you coming with me," I asked.

"Just jump," Narissa whispered.

"Will someone catch uaaaaahhhhhhhhh," I screamed

I realized that Narissa had shoved me and that I was now tumbling into the dark abyss. The light from the little opening got smaller and smaller.  A small figure stepped into the opening and jumped.

The air in my lungs were forced out as I hit a net.  There was a dull thud a few feet away.

"Karina, are you there," I heard Narissa ask.

"Yeah," I informed, "But what happened?"

Suddenly, big spotlights turned on, almost blinding me.

"Identify yourselves," I loud voice commanded.

"It's Narissa, and we don't have time to question everyone who comes falling down this hole to hide.  'The Rain' is after us" Narissa snapped.

"Geez, I was just following safety precautions," the voice said again.

That's when I noticed the voice coming from a man standing across the room.  He looked about 18 or 19.  He was wearing an outfit that resembled a military uniform, but the colors were black and purple and there was a purple dragon on the back.

"Follow me," Narissa murmured.

Obeying the command, I followed her as we walk into a maze of twisting corridors going left and right and left and right.  Running to keep up with Narissa's long strides, I couldn't help but let my mind wander off.  Beeeeeeeep, beeeeep, beeeeep, beeeeeeep.  A siren went off and there were red strobe lights flashing everywhere.

"Oh no, they've found us," Narissa panicked, "We have to run to corridor 526 there's an iron door and we'll be safe."

We sprinted down hallways that looked so similar, marked with numbers.  520 one wall read.  WE were almost to safety.

"You can't run from us," a scary monotone voice shouted behind us.

The voice was followed by loud, clanging foot steps.  It must've been a robot.  As the sound got closer and closer, and the numbers got larger and larger I got more nervous and scared.  Hope filled me as I read the number 525.  We were almost there.  To pull me from my daydreams, the robot seemed to sound closer and closer.

"Only a little bit more," Narissa whispered.

My lungs felt like they were on fire.  I was now panting like a dog who had been lock out in a yard in 100 degree weather.  With the last bit of energy that I had in me, I looked at the sign above a door that read 526 and sprinted.  It got closer and closer and so did the robot.  At one point, I felt the robot's aluminum hand brush against my back.  I pushed my legs with all my might and collapsed when we passed the entrance to 526.

"We're safe," Narissa panted.

"What's happening," asked a worried woman running down the hallway.

She was around Narissa's age 15 or 16 and had silky black hair that shined in the bright corridor lights.  She was also wearing black and purple, but she was wearing a knee high dress and black, patent leather pumps.

"The, gasp* rain is, gasp* in the building,"  Narissa panted.

"How!  Our security is top notch," the woman cried.

Narissa just gave tired shrug.

"Sorry I have been so rude.  Let me introduce myself.  My name is Josie, but everyone calls me Jojo and would you like some water," she asked.

Narissa and I nodded.  As she ran off to go fetch us water, I realized that I was in agonizing pain.  Both of my feet were blistered and my throat was as dry as the Sahara Desert.

"I'm back," Jojo yelled, scampering down the hallway.

"So do we have any updates," Narissa asked.

"The robots were stopped by the invisible barrier at 526," said Jojo, "And that's about it."

"Good," Narissa whispered, "Take us to your office."

Jojo hoisted us to our feet and led us to a ginormous steel door.  To my surprise, the doors swung open silently, not clanging like I had thought.  Jojo's offices was the size of the white house.  Of course, there were various rooms, but it was big.

"Would you care for some tea and scones, asked a maid.

"Please bring some white chocolate and hazelnut cookies Matilda," Jojo commanded.

"Right away miss," and Matilda was off.

"Okay, we have to talk business," Narissa muttered.

"I guess we could send one of our robots to go find their weak spots," Jojo suggested.

"But we're risking that we lose control of our robots and our robots are more dangerous," Narissa argued, "We need to talk to the government's engineers and maybe they'll know how to stop them."

"That would be difficult, considering that everyone in the government is scattered across the US hiding," Jojo informed.

"Can't we call the super heroes," I asked.

Being an imaginative 6 year old didn't help them think of any way to solve their robot dilemma.  When the clock read 12:00 PM, we were surrounded by crumpled up sheets of paper that had faulty ideas written all over them.

"This is hopeless," Jojo sighed.

"You said it," Narissa whispered.

"Why can't we just take the risks," I asked.

"I guess we'll have to," Jojo suggested, "Send out the C4 robots.  Tell the mechanics to watch the readings."

"Ok," said Matilda.