Walking up my friend Annie's stone pathway, I took a deep breath. When I got up to her big red door I rang the doorbell with every last inkling of hope I had left.
Pain shot up my arm from my fingers as I felt and heard a crunch when the car door slammed on my hand. I scream spilled from my mouth involuntarily. The sounds rang through the car and my ears for what seemed like forever, before he got in and once again I felt the familiar pain of a punch in my eye.
Jordan appeared, as well as some of my other friends D.J, Laura, George, Brandon, and Brianna.
The door swung open and Annie’s smile dropped ,andbrown eyes faded when she saw me.
With a sigh, she asked, "what do you want Julie?”
“Jordan,” I whispered. He looked back up at me and I could see the hatred for me in his eyes. “I just wanted to-”
Cutting through her lawn, I continued walking around aimlessly; If Annie wasn’t going to help me, no one would.
She had stood by me through everything else in my life, but not this? When I truly needed her? She'shad been my best friend. How could she just turn her back on me?
He was the only one who would be looking for me, not wanting to risk me telling anyone anything.
His knuckles turned a pale white color as his grip tightened on the wheel,andhis voice rising,as he said“Get your ass in this car right now before I come out and get you myself, and I swear if I have to do that it’s not going to be pretty.”
I felt a slight relief, but continued to try and wrench free from his grip on my arm.
I saw a car screech to a stop in front of us as I clutched at my eye. As my eyes drooped, the person in it all but jumped out of the window to get out of the car.
My bag slung over my shoulder; I slowed my pace down to a walk. Cars whizzed by me, and I felt like they were all watching me. Walking up my friend Annie's stone pathway, I took a deep breath.
When I got up to her big red door I rang the doorbell with every last inkling of hope I had left. I could hear some laughing from the inside. The door swung open and Annie’s smile dropped and brown eyes faded when she saw me.Okay, I just want a little more description, but not the physical kind you keep giving us. Imply the moods the house brings a little more - ie. warm, comforting, or maybe uncomfortable. It'll give us some better idea of who the character is and such, and before we've even met her catch a glimpse of her character.
My feet felt solid ground again. I felt a slight relief, but continued to try and wretch free from his grip on my arm. A flash of a car just driving right passed us was the last thing I saw before his hand came up and punched me in the face. My eyes closed and my hand went to my mouth, feeling the blood along a gash on my lip.
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