One Sunday morning, my mom came into my room to wake me up for church. I had a headache so I told her I was going to stay home and rest. To my surprise, she told me I couldn’t stay home.
“I can’t go to church. I’m sick!” So she shut my door and left.
I drifted back to sleep only to be awoken by a big crash and then a groan. It didn’t seem weird the first time because I was still half conscious. The second time I heard it, I started to get worried. I froze. It seemed like forever but the crash and groan came again. I was going towards the stairs to go down and see who was on the porch in front. (Now keep in mind. My family is gone. It’s just me at home.) I barley made it to the first stair when I heard someone moving around in our Kitchen.
Adrenaline was rushing through me as I went as quietly as I could back to my room. I backed myself into a corner where no one could see me through the door if they looked in. By this point, I’m terrified to tears. As if by divine interference, I see my phone lying on the floor by my bed. I got down on hands and knees to crawl towards it and return to my safe corner. As soon as I’m there, I dial 911. Shaking and crying, the dispatcher calmed me down while I waited an eternity for the police to get here.
The dispatcher finally tells me they have arrived. She asked me if I could go to the garage. I felt safer knowing two things, one, the police were here, and two, I was speaking to someone who could help me. So I gathered up my strength and walked the plank to the garage.
The two officers walked up to me and asked me a few questions to make sure I was okay. Then they walked into the house and went straight for the basement door. (My oldest brothers room). One of the officers yelled, “Anyone down there?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are you here?”
“I live here.”
At that point in time, I just mentally whacked myself in the head. My brother came up stairs and told me that it was “just some guy asking you to a dance.” So, I went to the front porch to see a pyramid of pop cans with a candle on top. As soon as I stepped onto the porch, they fell. The saying was, “I’d be ’soda’ lighted” if you’d go to the Winter Dance with me. His name was on the bottom of one of the pop cans.
Anyways, the two officers had a good laugh and left. Right as my parents were coming home. My family had a pretty good laugh, especially Sadie who had warned my mom not to let me stay home for fear I might call the cops. How ironic.
I was still really shaken up and incredibly embarrassed. The boy who asked me didn’t find out until almost a year later. He thought it was hilarious. Good thing to.
~Gullible~ October 5, 2008
They took gullible out of the dictionary you know. Oh and it’s written on the ceiling again for some reason.
Unfortunately, I was known to fall for those back when I was younger. But now, I fall for the much more complex ones.
My sister had a friend named Justin. He pretty much always made fun of me in some way or another. Probably thinking I was some stupid girl or something. So one day, he asks me if I know his brother Jake. I didn’t. I’d never seen or heard of him before. So he says maybe if he showed me a picture I’d recognize him. They said he had a mullet. I didn’t really believe them until they showed me a picture of him with a mullet. That was enough for me. So I started kind of watching out for a boy with a mullet in the hallways at school. To no avail, however. So the next weekend when Justin was at our house, he asked again about his brother. Then he explained that Jake spends his time doing yoga during lunch. Now I’m thinking, what a weirdo! So I continue to watch for him. Still, I see nothing like the picture or description. AND I’m not about to go to the yoga room to see.
Maybe a month later, I’m talking to Sadie on the phone. And that’s when I find out, this boy is SO not real. I just happen to be so trusting of Sadie and Justin that I believe them whole-heartedly. Only to discover, I was being dumb! Jake actually is a football player for our school and has probably never done yoga in his life or grown his hair out passed his ears. I still never saw this Jake boy around anywhere until maybe three days into my Seminary class, I realize he is IN my class! So I went up and talked to him. Guess how he knew me? “Oh you are the gril that thought I had a mullet, huh?” “Yeah that was me.” “And the yoga thing during lunch too right?” “Yeah…” Then the bell rang and that’s pretty much all that’s ever been said on the subject. Now, he see’s me and thinks, that’s that dumb gullible girl that thought I had a mullet and believed my brother.
