The TestThe TestOh God, they are doing it to me again. Why do they keep putting me through this hell? Now the floor is getting hot. My feet were beginning to burn. I have no shoes on my feet, and they have left me nothing but the bare floor to sit on. So, do I let my feet burn, or sit down and let my butt burn? Which would be the lesser of two evils? "Why do you keep doing this to me?" I yelled out at the empty stone walls.How long have I been here, weeks months? I really do not know, because I have been here in the complete dark. When I woke up in this cell they starved me, and left me in complete darkness. I had felt all around the ro
Our Fifteen minutesOur Fifteen MinutesWe were all just sitting in class listening to the teacher's boring speech about, what. I'm not sure. I wasn't really paying attention. I guess I must have been daydreaming about something pretty trivial. Mr. Preston, our principal, suddenly came over the PA. His voice was uncharacteristically shaky. "I have an announcement to make." He paused. "We have just gotten word that …" Again he paused. The other kids in class just looked at each other, a few giggled nervously. "A nuclear bomb has been launched, and is headed straight for Washington DC. We are close enough that more than likely in about fifteen minutes