User:DragonDeer

It all happened on a lazy summer afternoon. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, you know, relaxing after a long day at baseball practice when my parents stroll into the room, telling me that they were going out tonight and letting me stay home alone, since I was responsible enough to do that. I loved being alone. The quietness of the house and no one bothering me. Before my parents left, my mother stated, “I’ll call you, okay?” I rolled my eyes. “Okay, mom.” She kissed me on the forehead and headed out the door. I waved one last goodbye and slammed the door shut, beginning my day alone.

I grabbed my phone and headed upstairs to the playroom. I booted up my Xbox and started to play Minecraft for a couple of hours when the phone started to ring. I remember my mother’s words and picked up the phone, not to make her fret. “Hello?” I spoke into the phone. I heard distant voices in the background. She must be talking to her friends. “Hello!” I shouted into the speaker, trying to get her attention. The phone hung up and I groaned. I was attempted to call her, so I dialed the number and once again, she picked up the phone. “Mom, it’s me-“a sudden crash came from the speakers and yells and screams. “Mom?!” I yelled. I was frantic. I listened closely to the background until the phone hung up. My hand clutched the phone, sweat dripping down my forehead. Was my parents okay?

For the rest of the night, I kept calling my parents, waiting every minute for them to answer. I glanced at my watch. 11:40. They were never out this late. I thought of calling the police, but I didn’t know where my parents were. Maybe they were kidnapped, and the police couldn’t find them? I pushed the thoughts out of my head. It was about midnight at the time and I was dead tired. I went downstairs and sat on the couch. I realized tears were rolling down my cheeks and wiped my face. Will I ever see them again? I thought. I turned on the TV and sniffed, when the garage door rumbled open.

My eyes widened, and a smiled crept across my face. They were home! I jumped up and scampered to the garage door when I stopped and thought. What if the killer is driving the car? What if the killer pretends to be my parent and kills me? Aw, heck! I laughed. Who cares? My parents must be alive! I opened the door and hugged each of my parents long and hard.

My mother chuckled. “Did you miss us this long?”

I nodded. My father ruffled my hair. “Well, we are alive.” My parents took off their coats and headed straight upstairs. My mother stopped me. “Sorry for not calling you. My phone was running out of batteries and there was way too much noise! I’m sorry if we worried you.” She kissed my cheek and jogged upstairs. I smiled and sighed in relief. It was getting late, so I headed for bed, glad the drama was over. One I got into my pajamas, I jumped into bed and snuggled in my blankets.

Ring, ring, ring.

Ring, ring, ring

. My eyed bolted awake. I slowly got up and rubbed my sleepy eyes. Is that the phone? I tip-toed into the playroom where I last found it and picked it up cautiously.

A worried woman’s voice whispered into the speakers.

“Honey, I’m sorry for calling but we are at the hospital. A murder just happened at the restaurant. We’ll pick you up as soon as we can. We’re alright. See you soon.”