My Cardboard Balcony

"Back to the van!" I screamed, and broke into a run before anyone else could snap their heads to look at me in confusion. My heart was rumbling like a jaunty car blowing past the speed limit as I hurtled toward my father's old broken down vehicle, the spray paint from an unknown vandal still streaking its white side with reds and blacks. I didn't hear the monster growl, but pretty soon, I heard my friends' footsteps, too, and their cries of terror.