A small plastic window is cut out of the hatch, and I wipe the remaining grime away to peer through it. There's nothing. Its all just...dark. I guess that it's dirt. Suddenly, my phone let's out a charm, and I wrench it out from my pants pocket and look at the HD screen. This isn't over, Abigail. You think you won from hiding? Not so. They say dirt is great for soundproofing and barriers... "What?" I murmur. Just then, I slip off the ladder and land on a soft pile of dirt. It still hurts.... The ceiling starts crashing down over the shelters door. Now I can't get back in. Great. I scramble up the ladder again and try to open the hatch, buts it just so darn heavy. It seems like more dirt has been falling down on it as I speak. Then it hits me-I'm buried alive.
I try not to hyperventilate. I only have 24 hours of air tops, based on how there is only roughly 85 square feet. I never knew my math skills could come in this handy. Despite my intense cramming in all Mrs. Hayes's science classes, I still lack the knowledge of how to create a carbon dioxide scrubber out of everyday materials, so yep. I'm sorta screwed. Lemme get this straight; I am NOT a 4.00 student. I don't ace each test and shove in my enemies faces, rather slump my shoulders on a maximum C and take 3 days to sum up the strength to show my parents. My grades are in the dusty freaking BASEMENT. And dirt is a fab soundproofer. So no one will be able to hear me. My quivering voice will halt to save me. I never thought that this would be the way I would die. Despite my loserish life, I always pictured myself growing up rich and pretty and talented. Getting into Harvard or Stanford or some other prestigious prep university that only big shot nerds from New York get into, and studying something totally awesome and not that difficult, like Interior Design or English Lit. Then I would graduate with flying colors, and marry someone like Josh and get rich and buy a big Brownstone mansion with a huge garden in L.A and die after a long life. Nothing like what will actually happen, duh. I will probably go into some lame community college or none at all, get some cruddy job like being a truck driver and live in a shack. But now any chance of anything is gone.Wow. Here I am, 18 feet underground with barely any oxygen. And no food or water. Well, now what???
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"Is there any way that I can be saved?" I press the send button on my Sidekick and wait for it to go through. I've tried texting someone else but Jason is the only cell I can get through to. And, he's the only one who can save me. Technically. A new message pops up. "What do you think, lil miss Abbe's?" I can practically HEAR him mocking my wonderful, innocent boyfriend. "I think I'm gonna die. Please kill me a faster, painless way!" Usually I would go all out angry but for now I must humor him for any hope of surviving. "You will die. It's like falling asleep, isn't it? Suffocation. SuffERING. Same same." I want to burst out in tears but that wouldn't do any good. "PLEASE I WILL DO ANYTHING DON'T KILL ME PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" I'm also tempted to add , or , maybe even , but I don't. Not even emojis can explain my emotions now. With Josh it's easily , , . Hendrix maybe is , . I don't know. I guess Claire is ,, and . Perfection and beauty. Sometimes emojis explain emotions. But they only have items for personalitys. Not… for emotions. "You deserve to die. Be quiet. You'll just waste air…!" [/red] Now I can't help but cry and cry. This seriously sucks. Suddenly something sharp plunges into a vein in the soft tissue of my neck and everything goes blurry. I see stars before I stumble and fall onto the ground.