Well, I can’t say that I am not scared. I mean…I am kind of standing beside my shed looking for someone. Let’s see, what can I do to get this off my mind for a few minutes? I am not really thinking straight right now, but I will keep thinking. Suddenly I hear a twig snap, and just like any “ brave” boy would, I go and investigate. I turn my flashlight on to get a better view of the tree rubble. I don’t see anything so I turn to leave and come face to face with a masked man. Out of nowhere he pushes me to the ground and sprints off. When I look around, I see that the ground is littered with broken glass, but I think nothing of it. For some reason when I stand up I feel a whole lot shorter and surprisingly itchy. I do one quick glance …show more content…
As soon as she catches sight of me, she screams and slams the door in my face. So I sleep in the shelter of the porch for a night. When morning finally comes I walk out from under the porch and realize that I am walking on four paws instead of two feet. I look over my shoulder and see that I am covered in a thick, black, shaggy fur coat. I immediately realize that the weird guy last night must have pushed me onto a formula in the glass bottle that changed me into a dog. I decide that my first plan of action should be to make my parents recognize me. So I walk up to the door and see that it is cracked open, so of course I seize the chance and go into the house. The first thing I see when I look into the dining room is the piano. I walk in and start trying to play The Maple Leaf Rag. My parents sure wake up quickly when they here me, and when my dad sees me, he picks me up and throws me out the front door. So I think I would put that as a pretty productive morning, wouldn’t …show more content…
I walk around the house and the shed several times trying to find somewhere to enter the house. I do this over and over until I smell the wonderful aroma of my mom’s lasagna. This kind of gets me upset and focused. I decide that if my parents do not come to their senses the next time they see me, then I will go away before the animal control can get me and go to the countryside somewhere. On the last lap around the house I remember the basement escape window. So I dart around the house, crawl under the porch, and jump down the little pit to the window. I am not surprised when I find that it is locked so I go back out to the driveway, grab a rock in my mouth, and bring it back down into the pit. The first idea that pops into my mind is to ram the window with the rock until it breaks, so I try it. I quickly figure out that it was not built for strength when I ram it and go flying head first into the big family room downstairs. I know that I need to get their attention so I go to turn the TV on when I hear the phone ring. Of course I love to eavesdrop so I pick it up and listen in on the conversation just to find out that my parents had called animal control to take me away. I turn the TV on full blast and go run into my room and pretend to sleep until my parents come but eventually I doze
I procrastinate for an hour or two but then push myself to do my homework. After 3 hours of hell, I finally completed all of it and decide to take a shower. Once I get out, I get out my speakers and begin to play 'I like it when you sleep for you are beautiful yet so unaware of it' probably one of the best albums ever released. Over all of the loud music I hear a loud bang from downstairs. I quickly shut off the music and wait to see if I will be able to hear the noise again. Yep, there it is. I swiftly open my door and walk downstairs and see my mom on a rampage. She screaming and throwing things and I am bewildered.
I ran across the street and almost got hit by a two bicyclist, I pick up the newspaper lying on the bench dated May 18, 2007. As I flip through the paper I see the obituary of my mother, I knew this wasn’t just a coincidence, this was my chance. I sat down on the same section of the sidewalk I sat before, although now it has many cracks. I repeated under my breath “May 16 2007” several times until finally I was placed on the same street corner again. I’m almost too positive it's the right date so I run down the street and take a left then I take two rights until I approach my driveway. As i’m just about to open the backdoor with the key that’s kept in the seat cushion near the door I realize my parents don’t know me, and I can't just walk in. I head behind the garage to strategize, I came up with the plan that i'll knock on the door and talk to them about a lost dog for a while, hoping to push back their schedule enough to prevent my mom from the
After about five minutes of walking you reach your house and you’ve probably never been happier to see it in your life. You rush to the front door, pull out your key, and open the door- that’s weird you don’t think you saw your dad’s car in the driveway, you have to go back to the window and check. Nope, it’s not there. You enter the kitchen where you earlier expected to see your dad baking but instead you find a note that reads:
You scared me!" I said I lowered my shotgun to my side; a 'Meow' came from the big, brown, hairy cat. I placed my shotgun on the kitchen table then walked over to the alarm panel and punch in the code which silenced it. I re-entered the code to arm my small apartment. My phone rang a minute later, I knew it would be the alarm company, I told them it was my cat and no need to call the police, after a few minutes of confirming some information I hung up. I grabbed a broom from the small cleaning closet and started to sweep up the broken vase on the floor, until I heard a creak outside from my apartment door. My head popped up, I placed my broom gently against a wall and stepped towards the front door. I peered out the peep hole and to my relief saw my neighbors walking down the hall. I returned to clean up the small mess; after I did I chose to start my day. I went over to the coffee maker and started the coffee. As the coffee was making I went off to my bathroom and took a shower, I listened to some music to help me get my day going. I stepped out of my bedroom half an hour later, dressed with my hair wrapped in a towel. I poured myself a cup of coffee and popped myself a pop tart and watched channel 4 local
I guess I was just making things up so I went back inside. I got under the covers again and Bear hopped up on the bed too and went to sleep. CRASH! I immediately woke up startled by the noise I nearly fell off the bed. Bear woke up too, he started barking but I covered his mouth quick enough so he wouldn't wake dad up. I tiptoed down the hall and said, "hello" to make sure someone was there I didn't hear anything so I went down the stairs into the kitchen. I saw that a window was open and the vase in front of the window was broken and pieces of it where scattered in front of the table. I shut the window and then I bent down to pick up the broken vase when i saw a brick with a note on it. It read,
I grab a white glass bowl from the cabinet and set it on the counter. I grab a box of fruity pebbles and pour some in a bowl. I grab the milk and pour some milk in the bowl. I sit at the table all by myself and eat my cereal in silence. I should make sure my mom and dad are already awake. I walk down the hall and into my parents room. I walk in and notice the bathroom light glowing from under the door. I look to the bed and notice my mom still sleeping. I walk to the bed and tap her arm. "What" "It's 7:30" I reply. "Okay, I'm getting up
This year we decided to play manhunt, this was Stewart’s favorite game. I really hated it, every time we play manhunt I always manage to be caught first. So, I volunteer to be it, so I can’t lose. I counted to thirty, and I open my eyes, all I could see in the distance was grass and a lot of trees. Mostly because it was dark outside, it felt like I was in a cave of darkness. Although on one of the trees was a black owl, he was looking at me with those big yellow eyes. I try to go on with my business, but it didn’t take it’s eyes off me until it saw a mouse. That’s when I ran for it, so I could get as far away from the black owl. After a while from running I stopped to catch my breath, I knew I was far enough from the owl. I look at my watch, it was 12:50 a.m., I was out here for forty minutes and I still haven’t caught anyone. I was getting a little worried I don’t see Stewart’s house anymore, and that’s when I realize I was lost in the middle of the forest. Now I was panicking, I try to call Steve with my phone, but it had low battery I try to act clam by breathing in and out, but it didn’t work. Then for some reason the noise in the forest became silent. That’s when I hear something in the
One Cold and windy morning, I woke up to my brother yelling “YaY, It’s time.”Me and my two brother Justin, and Gio were finishing packing up.My dad and his girlfriend went to get the car, my grandma and grandpa were still asleep.
That first day at my father’s house, we talked, ate lunch, then made a small pot of decaf and talked some more as we snacked on a box of Fig Newtons. The only interruption came when I needed to make some phone calls; one to Krista to say that everything was going okay and to see how she and the kids were doing; the other to check for messages at work. There were several. The most important message was from my sales manager’s secretary, a reminder that during the Caribbean Adventure contest, the number of face-to-face customer visits and written sales proposals was being increased by ten percent for everyone in the sales department. Also, each customer visit was to be substantiated in the daily call reports that we were required to submit.
I had two individuals review my resume from the view of a merchandising and retail field. The first person that reviewed my resume was Tara Derricott. Tara Derricott is the Assistant Trade Book and Gift Buyer at the BYU-Idaho University Store. Her biggest suggestion to me was to add a “skills” section to my resume. She told me that when she helps with interviews and reads students’ resumes, she likes to see a skills section. This is because it helps her see if their personality and abilities work with the company. She also commented that she really appreciated that I kept it to one page. In order to keep it to one page I had to eliminate one of my experiences, which also fixed my experiences to be in chronological order. The last suggestion she gave to me was to change the font of my name to the font of the rest of my resume. Tara Derricott counseled that more than one font and any color on a resume is too distracting for an employer.
I sat and thought about how I was going to get my family to recognize me as a dog. I had an idea to eat in my room because I always did. Now I realized that I was a dog, so I had to find some kind of food that I could eat. I remembered that there was dog food in the cabinet. So I took it to my room and started to eat. I left all sorts of crumbs on my bed. Once I had finished eating, I left the bag there thinking that should at least give them a hint it’s me. But somehow they didn’t think
I hailed a cab around 10:30pm in the Murray Hill area. I was headed towards times square for a drink and maybe some trade if I was in the mood. Traffic getting over there was dreadful, even for New York. I finally got to the front of the Tonic Bar & Restaurant and walked inside. It was a familiar scene, the new faces of tourists all around, perfect for me to make some quick and easy cash. A guy approached me. He’s maybe 6’1”, dark hair, brown eyes, nice body, didn’t smile much but I’m used to that. He offered to buy me a drink so I ordered a martini. Dry. We got to talking and he seemed alright. I’ve seen his type before. Business man, divorced, no children. It got later as we talked some more and one martini turned into 5 or 6, I don’t remember
Such a peaceful Saturday morning I thought to myself as I lay in a daze on my bed. Contemplating weather or not it’s worth it to crawl out of my bed and watch the early morning cartoons. My friends at school always seem to fill me in when I miss it I thought to myself as I began burying myself underneath my fortitude of blankets. Seconds later there was a pounding at my door and my dad came in to tell me that I was going to the zoo today. Extremely ecstatic I zipped my clothes on and ran down the stairs to go wait in the car. Almost falling out of my seat with excitement the whole ride there I would repeat each and every animal that I wanted to visit at the zoo until it drove my parents crazy.
I walk up to the house after a heated chase with my sister and step through the doorway, the floorboards creak under my feet as I walk, I step on one and suddenly I go straight through! Hazel runs over and grabs my arm before I fall through completely, she pulls while I try to get my footing. Finally, I get my leg up and pull myself out of the hole
Renata and I looked at each other, we were terrified! We thought that someone was trying to break into the house. As petrified as we were, we wanted to know what was going on. The curtains by the window were shut and anyone or anything could be out there causing the scratching noise. We started arguing on who would open the curtains to check what was out there. Finally, I stepped up and took the courage to check it out. Besides, this was my house. Mortified, I was shaking as I pulled the curtain swiftly. Renata and I both screamed! We had not even seen what was out there, but we were just really very scared. My Mom woke up and rushed into my room very worried, causing my brother to wake up, too. Then, we checked on what was causing the commotion outside the window. There wasn’t really a person at my window, it was a cat! Renata and I started laughing so hard to find out that it was nothing to be scared of, my Mom and brother were wondering what was going on. So, we told them what had happened and then we all started laughing. Our master evil plan went down the drain: to sneak out again without waking anyone up. It ended with waking up the whole household. And….nope! We absolutely did not tell my Mom that we were trying to sneak out. Oh, my word! We did not want to be grounded. Another comical happening that I would always look back and perhaps tell my children about, but not when they