I woke up from the sound of broken glass. Rubbing my tiresome eyes I realize that I am in my pitch-black room. Fast squeaky footsteps quake outside my door and I see somebody’s silhouetted shadow pass by, from the crack right beneath the door. I check the time and realize its 3 am. Deep inside my sheets I am surpassed by my own lazy mind and fall back asleep.
The bright yellow sun shines on my face and I am summoned to awakening. As I stumble towards the bathroom, I hear yelling from the kitchen right next to my room. I opened the door, clueless on what’s happening. When I entered the kitchen, I was stunned. A glass of broken pickles and two furious kids, from my floor, embowered the room.
“What the hell is going on,” I said.
“Someone stole my cheese and look what they did to my pickles!” said one of the kids as he points to the floor.
“Yea they stole my kosher salami and my 2 liter bottle of Coke,” Said the other.
I look inside the fridge and find out that my gallon of milk is missing. Distress builds up in my body and anger unleashes inside me. I remembered I covered the whole entire milk with my name, to make sure that people would know that it was my milk. But people just want to commit a sin and take our food.
The three of us were furious and rushed and banged on the Rabbi’s door. Our rabbi lived right next to us with his family, and we would always go for help.
“Hello, why are you banging so hard on my door? What’s the problem?” he said.
“Someone stole our food and dropped his jar of pickles,” I point towards the kid with disgust.
“G-d called to the man, and He said, “Where are you (trying to hide)?” Rabbi said with a very energetic tone.
“What?” I said
“The thief can’t hide from G-d and soon he will get caught,” ...
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... and will soon get caught. Eventually I gave up thinking about the situation and just fell asleep.
Noises in the kitchen spur my body up. Now is the time I can catch this rotten thief and give him what he deserves. I roll out of my bed, put a shirt on, and open my door. I plan out how I am going to catch this thief. Step by step I walk into the kitchen very slowly. As I entered the kitchen, I notice that the refrigerator door is blocking who ever are stealing from our fridge. I walk very gradually to see who the thief is.
I approached the kitchen door with disbelief. I was so shocked, that I almost died from a heart attack. Two fat black cats were consuming our food. I watched as they jumped from shelf to shelf eating my floors food. I chased the cats out of the kitchen, yelling at the top of my lungs. How could I be so stupid? I go back to my room and go to bed.
Late one night, you’re having trouble falling asleep. It’s been storming all night, and the lightning has made it nearly impossible to lay your head down. The room is pitch black, save for the streak of moonlight streaming in through the curtains. All of a sudden, you hear something scratching at the window. You shrug it off, as it must just be a branch from the tree right outside. The sound of something shuffle around in your closet begins to echo in the room. You realize you’re standing straight up. Were you really that afraid? You lay back down, and realize you’re being an idiot. You close your eyes, annoyed at how little sleep you were going to get. You get comfy, and are finally ready to get to sleep. Gently, you roll over onto your other side. You feel breathe of warm air in your face. Your eyes pop open. A monster stands right before your eyes. Before you get the chance to scream, you’re knocked out. The bogeyman has arrived, and he’s come to put you to sleep.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
"You know what? I don't feel very hungry anymore. Why don't you take that pizza back?" I asked.
“Can you believe that?” said Nicholas. “Pumpkin pie ice cream. I’ve never had pumpkin pie ice cream before.”
Peter dashed off to set up the tea and Wendy beckoned for Mr. McClean to follow her. She led the way in silence, striding down the hall. The energy-saving lights flickered on one by one as they walked further down the hall. The dim light cast an eerie glow throughout the hall, causing it to look endless. The natural sunlight was obscured by the thick curtains that were tightly covering the windows. Wendy’s footsteps reverberated against the floor with malevolent thumps.
and tried to return to sleep. Soon after I came to the realization that sleep was a hopeless
Before I got to say another sentence the two children ran to my house with a fork and knife and a bib around their chubby, little necks. They ate and ate and ate. They ate the chimney in one big chomp. It took them a few seconds to eat the roof. Pretty soon my entire house was eaten.
“Wait Buddy, I have to ask you a few questions about the knife we found in your stomach.” said the Sheriff.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
WHEN THE DOORBELL rings at three in the morning, it's never good news. Alex Rider was woken by the first chime. His eyes flickered open, but for a moment he stayed completely still in his bed, lying on his back with his head resting on the pillow. He heard a bedroom door open and a creak of wood as somebody went downstairs. The bell rang a second time, and he looked at the alarm clock glowing beside him. There was a rattle as someone slid the security chain off the front door.
Ever since I was in middle school, I always knew that I wanted to be the first person in my family to attend college. When the opportunity presented itself in high school to take college courses, I immediately started to application process.
“It’s down the hall to the left but it won’t matter, Mr. Camera won't come, all he does is watch the security footage,” the kid replies barely paying attention to Oliver.
"All of you are late and will be sent to detention later", he said with his annoying voice. I rolled my eyes.
The next week she hear a chime from her front door. She hadn't been expecting any body at this time of night. When she opened the door, her smile faded. All of the kids from school had shown up at her door. They had a overdramatic smile on all of her face.
“Look at the little boy right there trying to lick of the melted ice scream in his tiny hands.” Josh says in an amused tone while trying hard not to chuckle. “Such a bad idea to eat ice scream today” Josh says while looking entertained by the little boy.