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The Elevator

by Alexandra

In the cramped headquarters of the elevator, barely a microbe could fit comfortably, and yet three of us were squished in there. One more person and there would be no more room for air. Somehow whoever had built the elevator had managed to squeeze five seats inside. The seats protruded out from the wall. The interior was completely white and had two tiny windows. The windows looked out on the wonderful landscape of pipes and metal surrounding us. A green light was shining down on us from the ceiling.

"Creak," the metal capsule lurched forward. "Creak," the noise was like fingernails on a chalkboard. "Creak," I had to hold on to the seat to keep from falling forward, (there were no seatbelts.) With all the turning I banged my head on the wall behind. I was jolted back and forth with every clanking turn.

How high were we going? It seemed as though this torture would go on forever. I tried to distract myself by looking out the window. Once we saw another elevator, but it just reminded me of how tiny a space we were in. To make things worse it didn't smell too good in there.

Finally, we reached the top. I was very glad to leave that cell of doom behind us. I practically sprinted away from it. But then the thought of returning to the ground which lay far below in that wretched machine floated into my mind. One thing is sure, I will never get in a Saint Louis Arch elevator again.

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