Observer by Alexandre
It all started when I was walking home from school. I was coming down the street when I saw a small, black, rickety car speed by. It squealed to an abrupt sudden stop, just down the road from where I stood. A sinister looking man came out, dressed in black from head to toe. He nervously glanced both ways down the quiet road, and started walking up the curved gravel path which branched off the street. I froze from my location across the road, a shot of utter fear chilling me to the bone. I stood far back behind the sidewalk attempting to hide, pressing myself into the dense trees and brush. I hoped I could not be seen. After a minute I could no longer hear the crunching sound of feet hitting the gravel on the path. I felt an urge to bolt from hiding, but suspense and curiosity kept me among the brush. In a moment’s time I heard a startling rustle in the leaves. It grew louder, and louder, then two men burst out of the trees by the path. They had big, heavy bags on their shoulders. I turned and I ran.