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.
The Morning Intruder March 22, 2009
Half way! January 16, 2009
So today was the end of 1st semester and that means… I’m officially half way done with high school. I have three semesters of my 6 semester time at school. Now lets weigh the good and bad of this.
The Rockin Good:
- No more of those kids who don’t care about school.
- No more school lunch!
- No more busy work.
- Independence!
- No more of the early morning classes. (In college you pick what time you go to school)
- No more being treated like a kid.
The Awful Bad:
- Independence
- No money
- No more being treated like a kid. (More responsibility)
- No food anymore
- Text books: $80+
- Your an adult, you can’t do anything illegal without the chance of getting arrested.
- You have to pay to wash your clothes
- You don’t HAVE to go to school. It’s a choice.
- Finals week.
Ah it could go on. But yet, I don’t want to be a downer. I really am excited to go to college and have a change in scenery. I have lived the same place my whole life and it gets a little boring. I’m ready for a new lifestyle all my own. WHOO COLLEGE!
