Harry was puzzled when the door didn’t open. It was hard to open; Harry had to use force to actually get the door opened. It was a big, silver, door. It had no sign saying pull, push; it didn’t have anything to say how to open the door. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was huge. The biggest door I had ever seen in my life time. I was unsure at the time on how to open this door. I was all alone, no one around to help me out. I needed to find my way out of this torture. But there was no way to get out. I checked to see if the door was locked. It wasn’t. It wasn’t locked. I looked around to see if my Personal Trainer who trains me in the gym everyday was around. She went home. I asked myself, how am I the only one left in the gym? Why is everyone else not here? Did I collapse and black out or something? Maybe I did… But surely someone would have rang the Paramedics to come and help me and to take me to the hospital surely. But they didn’t. I was struggling to breathe. I was asthmatic ever since I was 9 years old. This was really starting to frustrate me. As I was trying to get this massive, heavy door open, I started to hear strange noises. I started panicking and freaking out. I started to run around the gym 50 odd times, screaming calling out for some help. But by the time I had started running around like an idiot and screaming for some help, no one could hear me, as the gym was sound proof, so no matter what I was screaming from the inside of the gym anyone outside the gym wouldn’t be able to hear me. I was freaking out. Suddenly, my phone had rang, it was my mother. I answered it and replied saying: “Mum help me please, I am stuck in a gym, doors are locked and I can’t open them and stuck inside the gym and can’t get out” said in a worried and panicky voice. Mum started stressing out and replied back saying “Its ok son, don’t stress and don’t panic I am on my way with my chainsaw”. I stood there in silence for 2 minutes and thought to myself chainsaw? Why on this planet would my own mother bring a chainsaw? “That’s dad’s job not my mums”. I didn’t hesitate I told mum just to hurry up. 20 minutes later, my mum had arrived with the chainsaw. She started to break the door to the gym but had no luck. She had brought other things with her that I didn’t know about, however, she managed to get the door knocked down. Mum came racing in, and wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. “I am so glad your safe son”. Exclaimed mum. Both mum and I raced out of that gym. We managed to get all the way down the other end of the entrance and mum said to me “my chainsaw, I left it back there at the gym, I so have to go get it”. I huffed and puffed at mum giving her this evil stare. Mum took ages to come back, so I went to see what she was doing, all I saw was mum laying on the ground, bleeding from all over the body. I rang the Paramedics, and they said she was gone. My last words were NOOOOOOOO she can’t be please say your only mistaking. I loved mum and I was thankful she helped me out of that creepy gym. Never will I be going back to that gym or any other gym. However, I was only thinking how I would tell dad that mum passed away. I was devastated and I felt horrible. Maybe, I should have been the one who went back to go get the chainsaw and tools instead of mum. I was proud of what my mum had achieved in life especially for the age she was. She was a spontaneous mum I loved her to pieces. I got home and told dad, and all dad said to me was “go to your room”. Maybe my life is ending here to maybe; just maybe I could make a difference. But how? What could I do to make a difference in my life?

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This is what I wrote for my English Homework. I am in grade 10... So it should be kewls.. haha!!! LOLZ Please rate me on what you think of it and please no haters, please be honest in your feedbacks and rates thnx ppls :) :) :)