KayCee K. : Weekly Writing Challenge

#3 Weekly Writing Challenge:
Sentence - I was trapped with no way out.

-Draft-

I was trapped with no way out. Six men in white had me trapped. A complete circle of white. I couldn't even see their face. The white suite looked too big on all but one. The hoods that covered their face's; other than the dark slick line where the eyes are behind.
They looked like futcheristic sunglasses.
The one that the white suite fitted, reached out and grabbed my hand. Heat beating so hard I could feel it in my neck, load in my ears. Breathing wasn’t on my mind as I tried to pull free. In one second my hand was free, the one with that suited fitted right was now attacking the others ones.
A pair of hands from behind me reached over grabbing me. Lifting my leg behind me I kick fast and as hard as I could. Finding the person’s leg, kicking over and over in the same spot. Until the leg gave out and they fell to the ground. A hand grabbed my upper arm. Turning, fits swinging ready to hit whomever was holding me.
“Wait, the voice called.

-Edited -

I was trapped with no way out. Six people in white suits had me trapped. A complete circle of white; everywhere I looked. I couldn't see their face. The white suite looked too big on all but one. The hoods that covered their faces were the same while are rest of the suite, other than the dark slick line where the eyes are hiding. They looked like futcheristic sunglasses.

The one in the white suite fitted, reached out and grabbed my hand. Heart beating so hard I could feel it in my neck. Breathing wasn’t on my mind as I tried to pull free. In one second my hand was free, the one with that suited fitted right was now attacking the others ones.

A pair of hands from behind me reached from behind me, locking their arms in front.

Lifting my leg behind me, I kick fast and as hard. Finding the person’s leg, kicking repeatedly in the same spot. Until the leg gave out, they fell to the ground. A large hand grabbed my upper arm. Whipping around, fits swinging ready to hit whomever was holding me.

“Wait!” the voice, a males, called.

Freezing, I knew the voice, or thought at less I knew the voice. Not until the free hand reached up pulling off the white hood. Sandy brown hair fell out, a curved nose, and eyes that glowed light blue. It was a fact I knew from my past. One I thought, believed, I would never see again. Last time, I seen him he was six. My little brother who was now, so how, taller then me.

#2 Weekly Writing Challenge:

Topic - waking up in an unknown place

-Draft -

Light flashed on.

"Turn it off!" I snapped. "Now, Bee." I wrapped myself closer.

"Youre gonna be late for class, newbie." My eyes fly open. Looking around, half expecting to see my poster covered walls instead my eyes were metered by egg cream yellow paint.

Blinking I let reality hit me. I wasn't in my room. Looking at the girl who just spoke, I let my eyes take in her outfit. It was a classic school uniform. The colors were black and gray with an white badge on the left side.

"Where, how..."

"I woke you you were here. Get dressed your cloths are there." She said point to the foot of the bed.

There on the wooden board was an outfit just like the one the girl in front of me hand on.

"You don't want to be late, just trust me." The girl's eyes read that she was telling the truth. I listened. Following into the hallways, being greeted by dark red wood covered walls. There was design carved throughout the walls of the hallway; filled with doors and hanging lamps.

"This was." The girl said.

Once again I listened following the girl I didn't know. Five minutes lasted we can to stop in front of a door with silver writings that read Lighten Light'.

"Lighten Light?"

She just looked at me as she pushed the door open.

-Edited -

Light flashed on.

"Turn it off!" I snapped. "Now, Bee." I wrapped myself closer.

"You're gonna be late for class, newbie." My eyes fly open. Looking around, half expecting to see my poster covered walls instead my eyes were metered by egg cream yellow paint.

"Where, how?..."

"I woken and you were here. Get dressed your cloths are there." She said point to the foot of the bed.

There on the wooden bed-board was an outfit just like the one the girl in front of me hand on.

I listened. "Where is here?" I asked as I got dressed; in front of the stranger.

"Woodlawn Academy." I couldn't tell by the look in the girls eyes if this was good or bad.

Following her into the hallway; they're covered by dark red wood. There was design carved throughout the walls; filled with doors and hanging lamps.

Once again, I listened following the girl I didn't know. Five minutes later we can to stop in front of a door with silver writing 'Lighten Light'.

"Lighten Light?"

She just looked at me, as she pushed the door open.

The room behind the door was dark, other than the lights around the edge of the room.

The girl walked in. Following her my eyes gazed the room. Once in the door shut causing the lights to glow brighter.

The lights were jars. Floating jars! Stepping closer, making out the lining if the jar. The light inside was moving.

As if, somehow, alive. Letting my eyes travel to the top, I could see the jar was really floating. There was nothing holding it there. Just the jar and a ball of light.

#1 Weekly Writing Challenge: sentence

It's simple when...

-Draft-

It's simple when its not you. It's simple when you the one looking in, but when it's you. When you become the only people are looking at. It changes, everything.

I could hear the footsteps outside my bedroom door. My heart pounded; not filling understanding why. I could hear the door unlock and the bed slump as someone's body weight sits on to the end.

I hand landed on to my leg. I knew from the heat and size that it was my mother's.

"Darling?" My mothers voice filled the air.

I could easily tell something was wrong.

Regretting it, I pulled the cover off my head. Her eyes shined with tears. Tears daring to fall.

"No." I said.

All she did was nod her head. The tears no dancing down her cheeks.

Edited Version-

It's simple when its not you. It's simple when you are the one looking in, but when it's you. When you become the one people are looking at. It changes; everything. I woke up hours ago from no reason, other than the fact my body told me to. It was 6:45 AM.

My alarm was about to go off at 7:30 AM. I could hear the footsteps outside my bedroom door. My heart pounded; not fully understanding why. I could hear the door click open and the bed slump as someone's body weight sit on to the end.

A hand landed on my leg. I knew from the heat and size that it was my mother's.

"Darling?" My mothers voice filled the air.

I could easily tell something was wrong. The sounds of her voice said it all.

Regretting it, I pulled the cover off my head. Her light brown eyes shined with tears. Tears daring to fall.

"No." I said.

All she did was nod her head. The tears now dancing down her cheeks.

"6:45 this morning." She tried keeping her voice strong. But it quivered with each word.

The only plant in the room was the item I choose to keep my eyes on. I wouldn't let them travel. Not risking meeting someone's eyes. Unsure who long I was staring at the plant, not taking my eyes off of it.

My name entered my thoughts. I turned everyone was looking at me and everything was different.