Katiest+5

I was running like in one of those Western movies except just down my street instead of me on a horse. Also instead of indians chasing me, it should be bandits in saddles on horses wanting money from me. The only bad thing about my street is that it was a dead end with tons of blackberry bushes. Eventually I would have to stop and when I did something will happen. I wasn't thinking about that right this second. When I got to the bushes I had tried to jump over them. That wasn't the smartest idea in the world; I should have known there was a hole 2 acres full of black berry bushes. I had been knocked out and the indians had no clue how to take me out without hurting themselves. So they walked their horses through them and threw a rope around me and put me on the back of their horse. I had woken up when I got home, and the indians were sitting all around me. A.C.

I looked up as they looked at me.