I kept going and I noticed that there was a nother rode up ahead. I stopped and looked both ways and saw a gas station. Then coming at me from the other way I seen the black truck. I pressed on the gas and headed for the gas station. All of a sudden the black truck sped up right as I was at the gas station. I sped in there, jumped out, and started to run in but the staff must not have been paying attention because one of the men jumped out, grabbed me, and pushed me into the red truck and drove off.
The black truck was following us and we went back to the house. He grabbed me by the arm and through me out of the truck. Then I figured out that the black truck was soposed to run me over. So I rolled away and I was so close that the truck nipped the edge of my shoe.
I then got up and ran. Then I heard the truck doors slap shout and then I heard the men running behind me.
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Short StoryMy name is Isabelle. I live with my mom, my dad left before I was born. We live in a little town called Suprise in Nebraska. We live in a little trailer house. My mom thought that when I was younger that it would be cool to feed the stray cats well...
