I looked around for a long time to see what was next. I heard someone walking beneath me. It was Christina. I whispered her name, and she looked around super confused. “I’m up here” I whispered. She looked up at me and smiled. “Wait one second, I have a ladder.” I reached into my bag and pulled it out. I used the rope to tie it to the tree. She quickly climbed up and I threw the ladder back into my backpack. “Wow. Thank you so much” She Whispered. “No problem. I am having trouble figuring out what this rope is for and I have no clue where to go.” “What about over there?” Christina said while pointing at a door with gold trim far off in the distance. “How did you just find that? I have been standing here confused for what feels like hours.” We let out a giggle and started to make a plan. We took the rope and continued in our quest to the gold door. We assume it is the door to stage two. Christina has long, wavy brown hair and bright green eyes. She seems nice, and I am hoping to become friends with her. It became dark quickly after, and Christina has a lamp. We made it to the gold door at two in the morning. We entered, tired and scared out of our pants. Steven Ponzini It was dark, all I could see were the slowly dying flames of candles. The lights turned on, and Christina unexpectedly screamed at the top of her lungs and I covered her mouth with my hand. I didn’t want anyone finding out where we are. The room smelt really nice, it made me feel relaxed and all sleepy… I woke up all of the sudden. I was laying on my back, staring at the tapestries on the ceiling. I turned my head to the side and I saw Christina sleeping. But it didn’t feel like she was sleeping, then I remembered what Mr. Washell said, this is the hypnotic state. I pinched her hand, and her eyes slowly opened. We made eye contact, and she whispered, “We need to go.” We got up, and ran out the door across the room. There he was, standing there. They boy that was next to me. We walked up beside him and we all stared at the large dock full with boats. He was tall, with light blonde hair and brown eyes. I turned to the vast ocean ahead of us. He turned his head and looked at me, exhausted. “I’m Peter.” “I’m Janie and this is Christina.” We walked over to the dock, and there was a little sign: Three to a boat. Remember, it’s not as obvious as it seems. Look in places you wouldn’t. Good Luck! We all hopped on the biggest boat and Peter started the engine. “I am not going to pull out, but I bet it needs to be warmed up.” We all sat on the boat in a circle. We made a plan to go up and down the coast first, then branch out as far as possible and go lateral to the coast. We took everything out of our bags, figuring out what we will need. We continued going along the coast for two days, and then started to branch out. We were going up and down and going further out for days, when we stopped to eat and drink. We were admiring the ocean and strategizing a plan, when I noticed a small little island quite far away.
Literary Art Magazine Pierson Middle School Sag Harbor, New York May 13, 2019