Small Story by Julien Ramos 8th Grade~ Central Vermont Catholic School
I was walking up to the elevator, when a small kid around ten years old, cut me off. I stopped and looked at him and he said "I'm sorry." He let me get in front of him. When we both got into the elevator, he said "Where to?' I said "The sixth floor." He stopped to think and then he just randomly said, "The second floor." I went to press my button, and he yelled "Stop!"
I jumped back and then he looked at me and smiled. I went ahead and pressed number six button. We were riding and then the elevator slowly stopped. I thought it was slowing down to the sixth floor, but the voice on the intercom announced "There is a problem with Elevator B2".
I just stood there looking at the floor saying to myself, "No, no no. Why now?" I told the kid there was a call button. He stood there looking nervous, so I pressed it. The front desk answered the call. I explained the problem, saying we were stuck. The not-so-nice lady replied, "Well, I can't help you right now, but you will get out of there alive, so don't worry."
"Well," I said to the kid "We;re going to be here for a while." Then the kid started up again, whining" Oh no, oh no!" I sighed, and sat down. My phone began to ring and it was my mom. I answered it and started to tell her my problem. She said "Well, I'll try to help you out." I told the worried kid, "My mom is going to help us get out of here." He smiled and said, "Thank God. Praise the Lord!"
All of a sudden we started to move. I just looked at the kid and he smiled and stood up. When the door opened he ran out. I said to myself "Well, I'll never see him again". When I walked to my hotel room, my mom was standing there with some scary looking person. My mom walked up to me and said, "Let's go and sit down. You will be just fine." Well, to this day, I take the stairs!