1. Long Term Project
Sarah McGibbon, Sierra French, and Colton Cates
Period 3
Honors English
Charter
Story by: Sarah McGibbon

2. I could see it happening in my mind. I
could picture it as if I was someone
else, watching myself do it. I could
imagine peoples’ reaction when they
found me, when they found out about
how I did it. The metal was cold in my
hands, the blades reflecting the light
back into my eyes. I twirled the
scissors around in my hand, letting
the dark numbness surround me.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

3. I raised the scissors up
to my neck, and just as I
was about to push, I
heard a man screaming
outside my window.
Standing up, I walked
Help! over to the window,
peering outside.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

4. There was a man trying to pull
someone out of a burning car,
screaming for someone to help.
I wanted to run and help this
man, but I was rendered still.
This random man didn’t even
know the people in the car, and
he was saving their lives.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

5. I finally processed everything that was going on, I dropped the scissors and ran
to my door. My hands were shaking from the adrenaline, so I had a hard time
unlocking my door, my hand just seemed to keep slipping from the lock. Once I
got the door open I bolted into the hallway and down to the elevator, slamming
my hand on the button. As many times as I pressed the button, the elevator
seemed to take forever. But with me being on the tenth floor, the stairs might
take just as long.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

6. When the elevator doors open, the
elevator was way too full, I might have
been able to barely squeeze in with them
but that also meant there was going to be
a lot of stops on the way down. I
awkwardly stared at the people on the
elevator for a minute and then ran to the
stairs, flinging the door open.
Slide By Colton Cates

7. I started running down the stairs, tripping
over my own feet a few times. It felt like I
couldn’t go fast enough, or the stairs
were never ending; like I was in one of
those labyrinth’s the stairs are somehow
eternal. After running down a few flights,
I tripped over what seemed to be
nothing, maybe just from going down so
many stairs so fast, and tumbled down to
the next landing.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

8. I wasn’t sure if I was severely injured or not, but there was
definitely some bruising. My head was pounding, my leg was
throbbing, and I couldn’t feel my hand. After I gathered
myself and managed to get up, I kept running down the
stairs, trying to ignore the pain in my head and leg. I tumbled
down the endless flights of stairs until I came to a door
labeled “lobby”.
Lobby
Slide By Colton Cates

9. I flung the door open and bolted through the
lobby, and to the entrance doors. Once outside
I paused, looking both ways, trying to figure out
where about the car was. My question was
answered when I looked to the right and saw
the glow of the fire. In the second I was
standing there, my adrenaline level went down
and I could no longer ignore the pain in my leg
and my throbbing head.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

10. I still couldn’t feel my hand, but the little I did
feel was just a twinge of pain. I reached up and
rubbed my head where it was hurting, when I
brought my hand back down there was blood
covering my fingertips.
Slide by: Sarah McGibbon

11. I turned towards the fire’s glow
and limped down the sidewalk,
going as fast as I could. Once I
finally rounded the corner to
the ally, I examined the scene
trying to figured out what had
happened.
Slide By Colton Cates

12. There were tire marks in the street, showing
that something had caused the car to spin off
the road and into this ally. Since he car was on
fire and looked a lot smaller and flatter than it
should be, I’m assuming it got pretty banged
up, maybe even flipped.
Slide By: Sierra French

13. I watched as the man
pulled the last body
out of the car and
dragged him away
from the flames. After
he made sure they
were all okay and
called 911, I walked up
to the man...
Slide By: Sierra French

14. “Do you know these boys?” I asked, curiously
“No I don’t, sir,” He replied, coughing and
trying to catch his breath
“Were you the one who caused them to crash?”
“No, I was just simply walking by and I watched
it happen”
“But if you don’t know them, and you didn’t
make them crash. Then why’d you help them?”
He stared a the car for a long while, then the
boys, and then looked at me
“No one deserves to die, no matter what
they’ve done”
Slide By: Sierra French

15. I had no response to that...
In a way, he was right. But,
what if they’d done wrong
to many people. What if he
simply had no reason to
live.
Slide By: Sierra French

16. “Sir,” I said, catching his attention again “What if they really
don’t have a reason to live”
He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets “Everyone
has something to live for, even if they don’t feel like it.
They always have something to live for. People that care
about them, even a little bit.”
Slide By: Sierra French

17. I walked away, thinking about
what he’d said. He was right. I
had my family, and a few
friends. If I killed myself, they
would be grieving, I’d be
causing them pain. I can’t do
that to them. Just because I
feel sorry for myself, I can’t
hurt the people around me. I
can’t make them go through
that pain, have to plan my
funeral, get rid of my body.
Slide By: Sierra French

18. I do feel like there’s nothing
more to live for right now,
but I guess I will get through
it. I will find a reason to live.
That man back there saved
those boys, and for all he
knows they could be killers
but he truly cared about
them, even if he didn’t know
them. I have people around
me that care about me too. I
have something to live for.
Slide By: Sierra French