Wednesday, April 21, 2010

The Game

It was a windy night in Chicago. Jeannette Sinclair was making her way across the street. She had been trying to hail a cab since 2nd Street and 8th Avenue to no avail. As she walked she felt someone behind her. Thoughts started running through her head but she pushed them away as she powered on through the night. Eight more blocks until she made it to her savvy apartment. She heard the footsteps closer behind her now. She didn't dare turn back. All of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder.
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  1. MissCApril 23, 2010 at 9:00 AM

    Hey! We did this same sort of thing in the 11th period creative writing class. :) so fun and great products are created as a result!

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  2. KRutApril 23, 2010 at 10:10 AM

    People are always trying to copy you, Miss Cornman. And, note to Spektors: I love this story!!!!!

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