Camping In The Mojave: A Short Story

As I stood outside in the freezing black night, with the cold wooden handle of a knife in hand. My only source of light, the only thing keeping me from getting engulfed in darkness, slowly dieing. Only one thing was on my mind. How do I get in. This is a story of how I got locked out of my house while my family was out of town. My parents decided to plan a trip to go camping in the Mojave desert. Camping in the Mojave, in my eye, is the worst thing ever because all you do there is sit in a chair either freezing cold or melting hot. So I begged my mom to let me stay at a friends house for the weekend. While I was there I called my parents and asked if I could stay home alone one day before they got home. They said yes so I got a ride there and got home around eight P.M. If only I knew the keys were left inside the house. As I got home, I placed my hand on the freezing stone knob to enter my house but it was locked. I went to the side doors. Locked. I went from door after door just to realize they were all locked. The only door that I didn't try yet was a door that was on the second story of my house that led to a porch. All this time my phone being the only helpful light I can use. So my plan to get up to the door was to climb up my unsteady old shed and pull myself …show more content…
Then it hits me, my brother climbed in through the bathroom window one day. Carefully, I climb down off the porch making sure not to drop my phone. Getting to the window, I see it's open but a screen is covering my way. I go to check my phone on how to remove screening. I see that the battery’s life is at 3%. Turning off the light, I walk to my garage which is the only other light source outside. I flick on the light and walk to a table. I continue my search on how to remove the screen to the window when my phone dies. I see a large, wooden, and sharp pocket knife laying on the table. Picking it up, I think of only one way to get, cutting a hole through the