Memories

I had gotten home from outward bound last night. Only last night and it seemed like months ago. We had been on the first flight to Orlando this morning. I was exhausted. Steam from the shower rolled out from the bathroom, fogging up the mirror. I slipped out the door to call my mom. Three men in suits stood guarding one section of the hallway. I barely noticed them on my hunt for the elevator. Finally I found it. It was tucked in a corner, away from the maze of halls. The sliding doors popped open and out stepped another man with a suit on. I thought nothing of it. I dialed my mom’s number as soon as the heavy doors shut. My mom answered and I told her everything, the words spilling out of my mouth like a waterfall. The elevator finally stopped. I had reached my destination. The opening doors revealed seven men in SWAT uniforms with huge guns strapped across their chest. “What floor were you on?” “Did you see anyone in camouflage?” “Did anyone look suspicious?“ “Was anyone holding a gun?” they asked. “Three” “No” “No” and “No” I answered. I was frightened. All I had wanted to do was talk to my mom. They all loaded into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. That was the floor my team was on. I hung up on my mom and dialed my coach’s number. It rung and rung, but there was no answer. I called and called, but no one picked up. I remember the day distinctly, every sense more alert because of the potential danger. Turns out it was a mentally unstable man threatening the hotel. At least that’s what we were told. No one knows the full story.