My Trip to San Francisco

No! How could that be right? No way, how could they forget us? I saw the ship sailing away, from us. I looked at my little sister who was crying. Her breathing was going faster and faster, and her head was all red. I tried again to take my phone up and called the police, but the signal still didn’t work. I was panicking, and it was getting harder and harder to breath. My eyes just like…. Rolled. I think got a blackout.

“Wake up. Wake up!” My sister was talking loud, right into my head. I was feeling ill. I was going to take my phone quickly to check the clock. I couldn’t find it anywhere. I was looking in all my pockets, but no, it wasn’t there. There was no one around. I tried to tell my sister, but it was just like, the voice didn’t come out. Just a little… sigh. She didn’t cry anymore, but her face was still red, and now wet as well. Instead of talking to her, I pointed in the direction of the Alcatraz entrance. We moved to the door and pushed it. What! It was open? Great. We looked around inside, and it was very cold and quiet. Our footsteps and the few drops of water which was falling from the ceiling hit the floor, was the only sound we could hear. There was an uncomfortable atmosphere. It seemed like I could hear the people from those days. There were prisoners in here. Or was someone there staring at us? My heart was beating heavily and fast. My sisters head was very white, her lips were blue. It was very dark and I almost couldn’t see anything. It must be late and I was tired. We were still walking around inside the uncomfortable place. But it had not been uncomfortable before! Maybe it was only uncomfortable in the evening. My sister was walking slowly and she just followed my steps. We stopped a bit and looked around. Suddenly I could hear steps behind us. It wasn’t my sister, she was just looking down at her “My little pony shoes”, which were wet and dirty. The steps got louder and louder. I could hear someone talking. I think they brought a light with them. Who were they? Would we be punished because we were there after closing hour? I was scared. Did they know we were here? “Hello”? I could hear a dark voice. “Helloooo”! I heard it again. I could see their big shadows. There were 3 persons with a light, hats and blue jackets. They were police men and they were coming closer. They were just in front of us. “Hi guys! You´re going to follow me ok”? the policeman said quiet with a little smile on his lips. Would they help us?