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didn’t. “It’s okay,” he assured, “I promise I’ll get us out of here. We just have to work together.” Hours passed and nothing happened. It was starting to get as hot as a furnace inside the enclosed space. Aaron guessed that the sun had set, since the chirping of the crickets could be heard along with the hooting of owls. The two of them just sat on the grimy floor, trying to figure a way out of the tiny room. Suddenly, Alexia shrieked, “LOOK! THERE’S A HOLE ON THE SIDE OF THE WALL OVER THERE!” “Quiet down!” commanded Aaron. But she was right. There was a part of the wall where the wood was slightly chipped off. This jaw-dropping and spectacular find was the most helpful clue yet. Aaron quickly scurried over to the corner and stuck his hand out of the hole. The wind blew between his fingers, cooling off his sweat. It felt good. His hand reached over to the grass onto the ground, and just then, his fingers came across a sturdy twig. He pulled it inside and examined it closely and carefully. Maybe this could be our way out , he thought. He instantly snapped off a piece and all he was left with was a sharp, yet solid, piece of thin wood. Adrenalized and apprehensive, he briskly walked up to the door of the shack and stuck the twig into the keyhole of the lock on the door. All it took was one twist—click! The door swung open, and a rush of cool night air blew onto their faces. “Now’s our chance,” said Aaron. He grabbed Alexia’s hand and pulled her towards himself. Both kids hurtled through the trees as the leaves crunched under their sneakers. Escape was all that mattered at this point. Out of the blue, the Foster siblings bumped into two men with flashlights. They wore

blue uniforms with badges that said ‘Police of N.C.’. “Are you children Aaron and Alexia Foster?” interrogated one of the two. He was short and had a shrill yet confident voice. The siblings glaced at each other and nodded. “Then you’re comin’ with us,” demanded the other man who was also short, but had a loud and bold voice. He gestured them to come forward by curling up his index finger repeatedly while pointing at them. “Your parents have been lookin’ all over for ya guys. Where were ya?” Aaron told them the whole story, from the time they stepped out of the car to the events that had just transpired. He also told them all about the ransom and how they escaped, every single detail. In less than a millisecond, the officer with the shrill voice signaled the other to look for the person who had kidnapped the children while he took them to their parents.

It wasn’t sunny and pleasant like it was earlier. The sky had grown dark, and there was a chill in the air.

On the way out of the forest, the officer said, “What you children did, was foolish and immature, but brave and impressive. Who knows what would’ve happened to you kids if you hadn’t escaped! Thank goodness we ran into you. Never, ever, do that again.” The three of them stumbled out of the forest wearily, back to ‘Leisure Meadows’. It wasn’t sunny and pleasant like it was earlier. The sky had grown dark, and there was a chill in the air. Two police cars stood in the middle of the parking lot and next to it stood another police officer and Mr. and Mrs. Foster.

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