Alone in a Castle

“Hurry up, Tim, or you’ll be left behind.”

Why didn’t I pay attention those words? If I had, none of this would’ve happened.

My name is Tim G. Reinalds. I am ten years old, and afraid of heights. I’m wearing blue jeans with a yellow shirt that has Spongebob on it doing his “Sponge Dance” and sparkles all over him. I’m four feet eight. I‘m sort of tan and I have green eyes. My hair is a dusty blonde.

Well, it was our annual family trip. We were going to England. I was talking to my cousin about video games well me and my family were taking a tour of this HUGE, old castle. We were walking along when I saw a huge display about King Arthur, which happens to be my favorite subject. I hurried over to the display. I was looking with vigorous interest. My family looked for a few minutes, and then started to walk down the next hall.

“Hurry up, Tim, or you’ll be left behind,” said my mom.

“I’m coming,” I said, not really meaning a word of what I just said.

“All right,” said Mom as she started to walk down the hallway, assuming that I was running after her like normal.

I continued looking for a long time until I looked at my watch.

“SIX O’ CLOCK! I gotta catch up to my family!”

I teared down the hallway my mom went down which led to the exit. I stopped in a huge room that looked like a king would eat in. It had many hallways leading out of it.

“Well, it’s got to be one of these,” I said to myself.

I started to run down the nearest hallway. It came to another exhibit with no other way out. I ran back to the big room. I started to run down the next hallway. Another exhibit. I ran back to the big room which I decided to nick name the “Mess Hall.” I was quite winded, so I took a break. Then I started to run down the next.

I ran down every hallway except one. I took many short breaks in between.

“This has got to lead to the exit,” I said.

I started to walk down the hallway. I whooped for joy when I saw the dim, reddish glow of an exit sign. I hurried down and grabbed the door handle and turned it. It didn’t move.

“Oh, no.”

I turned it again. It still didn’t move.

“No. NO,NO,NO,NOOO!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I pushed, and shoved the door with all my might. It didn’t move an inch.

“Ohhhh… great!”

I slumped down on the door.

“I guess I’m stuck here until morning,” I groaned.

I was stuck. Stuck alone. Alone in a castle.