Add one sentence to the story, keep it going!
No going twice in a row, no using chatspeak, no run on sentences (that's cheating).
also, please obey the rules of conventional grammar.
Diane stood on her apartment balcony, looking down at the car crash two floors below while her roommate Lacy paced about inside, muttering about the lack of dial tone as she tried to call 911.
No, there's something wrong, Lacy thought as she frantically fiddled with the malfunctioning phone, I can feel it.
Finally, the phone started to... No answer.
"What's going on with this thing?" Lacy, frustrated tossed the land line down. "where did I put my cell?"
Lacy scrambled franticly around the room ¨maybe its under the bed¨.
Little did Lacey know that Diane was actually holding it in her pocket; this crash was definately more that in seemed, but she had to do all she could to prevent it from becoming publicized in any way.
Lacy jumped, her face hitting the underside of the bed. "Ouch! What as that?"
Lacy quickly scurried out from under it to find the ornate lamp she'd bought from Topeka in peices.