Still screaming, I broke loose.With

Still screaming, I broke loose.
With a hard, desperate tug, I tore myself from my brother’s sickening grasp. I lowered my shoulders, and with another cry, with scream after scream
bursting from my lungs—I tore through the ring of chanting kids.
And hurtled toward the stairs. The foul smell floated with me, heavy and rank. The cold mucus stuck to my hands. My brother’s words repeated in my
whirring mind: “They’ve forgotten you too… They’ve forgotten you too…”
No, I’m not! I told myself as I forced my trembling legs up the stairs. I’m not forgotten! I’m not!
“I’ll make Mom remember!” I shouted down. “Somehow, I’ll make Mom remember, Peter!”
I reached the top of the stairs, my chest heaving, my lungs aching.
I slammed the basement door shut and started down the back hall.
The floor spun beneath me. The walls appeared to close in until I felt as if I were running through a dark, narrow tunnel.

結果 (中文) 1:

还尖叫，挣脱了。用硬，绝望的拖轮，我只好忍痛从我哥哥的令人作呕的抓捕。降低了我的肩上，与另一哭，与后尖叫声的尖叫声从我的肺破裂 — — 撕破了环的诵经的孩子。和冲奔向楼梯。那讨厌的气味漂浮与我，沉重和等级。冷的粘液粘在我的手了。我哥哥的话反复在我呼呼的脑海:"他们已经忘了你太......他们也忘记了你......"不，不是!我告诉自己，我逼我颤抖的双腿走上楼梯。我不会忘记!我不是！"我会让妈妈记得!"我喊道。"不知怎的会使妈妈记得，彼得!"爬上山顶的楼梯，我胸膛起伏着，我的肺痛。我关上了地下室的门关上，开始回大厅。地板纺在我之下。墙上似乎是关闭，直到仿佛我穿越黑暗、 狭窄的隧道。

結果 (中文) 3:

还在尖叫，我爆发了。
用硬的，绝望的拔河比赛，我把我自己从我哥哥的令人作呕的把握。我降低了我的肩膀，和一个哭泣与尖叫，
从我lungs-i爆裂了喊孩子环后。
冲着楼梯。臭臭的气味飘来了我，沉重的和等级。冰冷的粘液粘在我的手上。我哥哥的话在我的呼呼的心：“他们忘了你也……他们忘记了你也……”
不，我不是！我告诉自己，我的颤抖的双腿爬上楼梯。我没有忘记！我不是！“我会让妈妈记得！“我喊到了。“不知怎的，我会让妈妈记得，皮特！我到达了楼梯的顶端，我的胸部起伏，我的肺部疼痛。我砰的一声关上了地下室的门，然后开始下了楼。墙壁似乎很接近，直到我觉得我好像在穿过一条黑暗，狭窄的隧道。