Summary Of ' My Feet Slapped The Pavement ' Essay

729 Words Nov 10th, 2015 3 Pages
My feet slapped the pavement. My lungs are burning. I had just stolen a can of soup from the rich sector. It is for my little brother. Alan. He is sick.
The guards from the rich sector chased after me. I could hear their guns hitting the walls of the narrow alleyway we are running through. Once the alleyway ended I took a sharp turn right, almost running into an old lady.
I am so close. I turn left and I come upon the old, abandoned bookstore, or my home. I jump through the broken window and dash up the stairs. Once I am at the top of the stairs I turn around to check for Guards. None. I close the door and lock it.
The floorboards creak under my feet as I walk down the hallway. I quietly open the door of our room. Alan is sitting on the pile of blankets, looking out the window. He whips his head around and looks at me. I walk over to him and take a seat next to him. He looks paler. Weaker. I hold up the can of soup.
“You want any?” I ask. He just shrugs. He hasn’t been talking in a while. Like all the life in him flew away. It breaks my heart. Alan wasn’t always like this. Before our parents died he was the happiest kid I knew. A smile was always on his face. And now, I can’t believe he changed so much.
“How you feeling?” I ask. Once again he just shrugs. I shake his shoulders, forcing him to look at me.
“Alan, talk to me.” I say. Fire blazes in his eyes at my words.
“TALK TO YOU ABOUT WHAT SAHARA! WHAT? DO YOU WANT ME TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT HOW I FEEL LIKE I 'M DYING! HOW…

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