But I want more........
Ok.. Just a lil.
1 more ch, cyzz we have no byc tomorrow.
I woke up in my bedroom. Dad must have taken me home.
I had a light blue cast on my leg that sort of limited my movement. I couldn't get around very fast, now.
I pulled my blankets to the left of me, and sat up, feeling groggy. I needed some food.
My cast limiting my speed, I hobbled down the hall, hoping my parents weren't awake, and came into the kitchen. I went to the fridge, and took out some shredded cheese, a bag of lettuce, and Italian dressing.
I hadn't had salad in a long time, so I wanted to have some now, so I pulled a bowl out of the cupboard, and put three handfuls of lettuce in it, then a handful of cheese, and some dressing.
The table was clean, with no bills on it for once, and i sat at it and ate my salad, the morning sun coming through the windows a beautiful orange color.
Birds flew past my window, and I wondered about them. How they fly, and how their bones are hollow.
I finished my salad quickly, and went back to my room, dressed, and left a note for my parents.
I am going to Amy's house, don't worry, I'll be safe. I had salad for breakfast.
I was wearing sweatpants to cover my cast, and a blue t-shirt, with white Nike shoes.
The door was locked, so I unlocked it, and stepped out into the cool morning air, walking on the sidewalk, heading east.
Amy lived only a block away, and I was halfway there, when I heard a man yell, "Ain't you the girl that called the police? I walked faster, not wanting him to come towards me.
He didn't come. I felt relieved.
A few minutes later, I was at Amy’s. The door was locked, so I pushed the doorbell.
She came and unlocked it, and hugged me, "Thanks."
"No, thank you." I hugged her back, and then we went inside, locking the door behind us.
We entered the living room, and sat on the couch. Then, immediately started chatting about what had happened in the last few days.
She told me how funny I looked when I winced, and I told her how funny she sounded when she was scared. Then we both started laughing.
We got control of ourselves quickly, but still snickered a bit.
"You looked so funn-" the doorbell cut us off.
We looked at each other, unsure what to do.
She started walking toward the door, but I stopped her, and shook my head. I am stronger even with a cast. Walking towards the door, I listened for any specific sound.
The doorbell rang again. I backed away. Any normal person would've left by now. Something about this was wrong.
"Where does your dad keep his gun?" I asked.
She pointed to a table in the living room. It had four drawers.
I shuffled through them, and found a pistol.
My dad had taught me how to shoot at my grandpa's house. I checked to make sure there was ammo in it, then pulled back the safety and held it downwards, walking towards the door.
I suddenly heard a loud crack coming from the back door. Someone was breaking in.
"Hide!" I whispered, and ushered her into her room.
She slid silently underneath her bed, and I hid in the closet, watching the surroundings through the slits, and listening to the sound of boots walking through the house.
"I know you're in here, you little brats. You got my brother arrested," He said, sounding annoyed. "Come out here." he walked into the room.
I could see him now. He was brown haired and very active looking, like a farmer. Armed only with a crowbar. He walked around the front of the bed, and knelt down. His head nearing the point that he could almost see under the bed.
"Hold it right there!" I said surprising him. I opened the closet door, and stepped through quickly, pointing the gun at him, far enough away that he had no chance of hitting me with the crowbar.
He jumped up, startled, and backed away, into the living room.
"Now, get out of this house, and don't come back." I followed him to the backdoor, and aimed the gun.
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The bullet knocked the crowbar from his hand, and man, could he run! He was up, and over the fence in five seconds.
Amy came running out, "Did you hit him?" She asked.
"No." I said, surprised at her for thinking I would do such a thing.
My dad had always told me I was a sharpshooter, but I never thought my ability to aim a gun would ever come in handy.
I walked out into the yard, and picked up the crowbar, handing it to Amy.
"Evidence." I said.
"Cool," she said, and looked at it like a prize. She held it in her hands while I put away the gun. And wrote a note explaining where Amy would be.
It’s too bad that I didn't see him very well, I would have had the police hunt him down.
I brought Amy home with me. I was now holding the crowbar in my hands for protection.
"If my mom and dad ask we found it side of the road. Let’s not get them worrying or they'll never let me out of the house."
Nighty-night, Dino! See you on wensday!