When she got to her house, she threw the bike down in the front yard and ran up the steps onto the porch and into the front door. “Let’s get out of here,” said Tim. Big David panicked and jumped out of the tree in one leap, twisting his ankle as he hit the ground. He was limping as the three of them ran across Rotunda Court, back toward School Street and Willow Street. They hadn’t even made it to the forsythia bush when they heard Carol’s high, piercing scream. THE END
DONUT JIM
///Lillian McKenzie
LITERARY-ARTS 43
