Night Troubles

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This was an English assignment. Enjoy!

Submitted: March 10, 2011

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Submitted: March 10, 2011



~*~ Night Troubles ~*~
By Sol Saiyrus
The floorboards creaked as I made my way up the green staircase. The halls that held the staircase were dark because it was night. I was heading to my room.
Today had been incredibly busy. I had woken up early that morning, and then had gone to school. After I had to babysit my little brother, then work in a soup kitchen for girl scouts.  I couldn’t wait to lay my head down to rest.
I arrived at my room, opening the door calmly as I stepped inside. Closing the door behind myself, I nonchalantly made my way over to my nicely made bed which I had set by myself hours beforehand.
I lay down, sighing calmly at the silence that enveloped the room. I closed my eyes slowly and drifted off to sleep.
Crash! What was that? I had abruptly woken from my restful sleep to the loud noise. Tiredly, I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked at the clock. Two fourteen in the morning, the clock read. Clink, Crash! Again? I had nearly jumped from my skin this time. I slid off my bed and stood. What is that noise? I thought, A thief maybe? A murderer?
Sneakily, I grasped the old wooden baseball bat which sat by my bedroom door. I had kept the bat in case of emergencies. I opened my bedroom door. Slowly may I say, for I didn’t want to alert anything of my presence.
I snaked my body through the crevice I had made in my door. I left the door slightly open as I crept to my staircase. Clink, Crash! The crashing noise scared me indefinitely, but I had found something out. The noise had come from the kitchen.
After I had cleverly slid down the creaky staircase, I pressed my body against the living room wall. A single thought had troubled my mind. Is this a good idea?
Clink, crash! The noise came again. I had to go. I had no choice. I must protect my family.
I jumped from the living room corner into the kitchen, flicking on the while doing so. There stood my orange tabby cat, Bean, who mewed at the sight of me.
What a relief! I breathed, relaxing my body. My cat had been knocking over glass plates which stood on a ledge above the kitchen counter. I cleaned the shards of glass off the counter and floor and plucked my cat off the nearby ledge. I’ll deal with my mother in the morning.

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