The sound of bars slamming shattered down my spine, I angrily trudged along with the guards holding me down tight, the handcuffs tightening with every sudden movement I make. I look around feeling eyes being shot at me, each glare broke my vision, pressuring my sight to focus as it blurs. I hunch over while I walk, not bearing to take another second looking at the dark faces that surround me. We stop, as I get a large shove into a cell, it smelt horrible. The guards frown and slam the bars, the sound echos from the walls. Funny how I get sent here for something I didn’t do.
By Abby
Nice story Abby i like how you made it very descriptive. Sam cur
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