Smile

It all started last month. I was driving home in the blue Chevy my parents got me for my sixteenth birthday. My friends Bethany and Clarese were in the car with me.

"So, like Stacy your coming with us to the mall tomorrow, right?" Bethany asked me in her high pitched voice.

I replied, "Yeah. At first my mom wasn't gonna let me go, but I got her to let me go, 'cause, like, I want to go."

"That's good. It would be so, like, boring without you," Clarese said in her slow, breathy voice.

We drove along, chatting and giggling, not suspecting what would happen next. I pulled into a Chevron gas station, because my gas tank was less then a quarter full. I got out of my car and pulled out the regular gas pump. I heard someone coming up behind me. Slowly I turned around. There stood a six foot high man who had a ski mask on and a chainsaw!

I turned around and ran like lightning. I could feel the sweat and tears running down my face. I scream as loud as I possibly could. Unfortunatly I was not fast anough. The murderous man grabbed my arm. A scream leapt out of my mouth as he lifted the chainsaw. The man said in a scruff, low voice, "Smile, your on Candid Camera!"