(I hate it when stories are not in paragraph form but I don't have time to change mine and out it in paragraph form. ours with me until the summer)

Chapter One The Last One Standing
I stared at the glorious sun shining through the thick glass windows. Why did I have to be caged inside of this place while my Friends were enjoying their summers? Johnny boasted all about how his parents were taking him all of the way to India. I have never been to India. Marcus, my other best friend, a dit he was going to spend most of his summers staying inside relaxing. What am I doing? I am stuck here. Apparently, the authorities determined that they wanted to change some of the houses on my street. Why does it have to be my street? The officials a dit we would have to stay in these holding homes until they could get us a new home. We were not allowed to leave the holding homes until they give us permission to leave. I hope this won't take all summer. I have plans too ou at least I was going to invent some plans. Who am I kidding? I didn't have anything to do this summer. This holding accueil thing is probably going to be the most exciting thing to happen to me this summer. The tour lady smiled broadly while flapping her jaws about this and that of the holding homes. She kept bragging about how they added air conditioning and plasma screen televisions to every room now. My parents hung on to every word she said, but my sister, Gloria, and I knew better than to believe anything she said. "I know toi will just adore your temporary home," sqeaked the perky blonde tour guide. "Mr and Mrs. Atwood, toi will be staying in this room with your son. Your daughter will be in the room across from yours with other teenage girls. I hope everything is to your liking. If toi need anything at all, please call me. My number is already programed into your issued phones." She handed all of us a cool iPhone that already had some preloaded games and contacts. I slipped my phone into my pocket. I was not going to give into it. They want to buy us. They want us to be okay with being kicked out of our own homes. The government should not br allowed to this, then again, ever since Carter Bishop came into office, it seems like the government should not be doing a lot of things. From the screams across the hall, toi would have thought that there were a dozen teenage girls in there. Ugh, I am not looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to puberty. Gloria shot me a look of full panic. She isn't like other girls. She is shy, to herself, and plus bookworm type. She doesn't do well in large crowds. Trust me, been there, seen that. Who do toi think was the one who had to get the puke out of my sister's talent montrer dress? I shrugged my shoulders not to scare her too much. She trudged into her room with the face kf a deer caught in headlights. The tour guide lady shoved me into my room. My parents were already talking to the other adults in the room. They bought into this who scheme. I thought they had plus sense than that. Since I was under the age of 14, I had to have a room with my parents. What they didn't tell me be that we wiuld be sharing that room with 2 other families. That is just the icing on the cardboard cake. One little girl with pale blonde hair stared at me from across the room. From her wide blue eyes, she stared at me as if begging me to save her. I turned away and stared at a mur until I was postive she wasn't looking anymore. I saw some boys my age playing video games on the plasma screen. How many families have they captured from their homes. We had went throught so many twist and turns and up many flight of stairs. There had to me hundreds of families stranded in this place. One day, I kight help them break out. The thoguht struck me hard. I was almost astonished. I was not the type to concoct a resuce plan especially for people I didn't know. "Joshua," called me dad. He stood suivant to a muscular man with a thick brown beard. His son, who was much shorter than him, glared evily at me. I would have been afraid if he wasn't 5. "Meet the Robinsons. They use to lie down the rue from us before they moved. Do toi remember their son, Robin. toi use to babysit him." "Um, hello," i greeted politely. I don't remember the Robinsons at all. I am sure I would have remember babysitting the kid of a body builder. "Put it here," boomed Mr. Robinson's deep voice. He held out a meaty hand and I reluctantly shook it. I cringed as he squashed my Bones into goo. "My toi have grown. Last time i had seen you, toi had noodles for arms." Dad laid a hand on Mr. Robinson's thick shoulder. "Wait until I get him into football." The men laughed. I backed away and right into the tiny body of the pale blonde girl. "My mommy says that we should be grateful living here. She says that the big office people are doing us a favor, but I just want to go home!" She stared up at me as if wasiting for a solution. I suddenly felt very protective is this little girl. Not only were her parents unaware of her unhappiness, they probably didn't care. "If toi want, toi hang with me for now," i said. She smiled a little and held my hand. "My parents like it here too. I don't think it is that great of a place." "I know something bad is here. I heard the talking lady say some nasty words to someone who lives here ou works here." "What were the words?" "Something about danger and bodies," she whispered to her feet. He hand was glued to mine. She held on for dear life. She had to be at least 8. "If something bad does happen, will toi save me?" I didn't have to think twice about it. "Yes," i answered. ***** That night, I couldn't sleep. I was restless with the blankets and pillows they issued for the kids who had to sleep on the floor. The pale blonde girl, who goes par Angela, laid suivant to me. Her parents didn't object when she a dit she did not want to be suivant to them. Thye sinply shooed her away and slept suivant to some other people. I could not stop thinking about Angela's words. She a dit the tour guide lady had mentioned something about bodies and danger. It could be that I have been watching too many western movies, but I know for sure that nothing good is going to come of this. Ths situation did remind me of a story we had read in class before school ended. It was the story of the Trojan Horse. It talked about how the Greeks created a huge wooden horse and how they gave it to the city of Troy as a piece offering. In actuallity, they had warriors hidden inside the horse. The hidden Greek warriors ambused the city of Troy and then the Trojan War. The Greeks made it seem like they were surrending, but they weren't. The officals want to seem like they are being generous and nice but really, they just want our land and property for their own selfish reasons. They lure us in with the promise of plasma televisions and high tech phones. Then it hit me. The smell of smoke. It was everywhere. O was up in secondes to witness the flames coming from the window. It was a dangerous red and orange. I didn't have time to stop and stare. I had my parents, and everyone else, up and out the door. I completely ignored the rule about us not suppose to leave. A few family members even stayed behind because they wanted to follow the rules. I dashed across the hall to get my sister up when O noticed the flames in there too. What was going on? Two fires in one night is a little suspicious. My parents and I ran down the hall and down some stairs where Gloria was wrapped up in a ball. She followed with us. Familes after familes were screaming and running in terror. Everyone was running for their lives. My family could barely get past the striken people. We found a glass room that had a door. We scurried in there and close the doors. In my haste to leave, I had forgotten all about Angela. I swear, as she was running, she glred right at me with hatred in her eyes. I turned away. I couldn't bare to see the pain in those soft blue eyes. We sat in the little glass room and watched as people made a mad sprint for the nearest exit. They struggled with the locked doors, but no use. We were locked inside. Thry wanted us to die. This is what they meant. This is what Angela overheard. I turned around to my parents who were on their knees coughing. They couldn't stop. Too much smoke got into their lungs. Gloria also had too much smoke. She couldn't breathe and was staring at me with tears. My parents were dead in minutes with Gloria dead jext to their bodies. I was the only one alive. Even the families outside were lying on the ground, feu surrounding them. For some odd reason, the feu couldn't get through the windows. This room must have been for the officials who were trying to survivor. They didn't survive. We were put here to die. And die we did. All except for me. All but me.