“Anybody home? Mum? Amareis? Peanut?” my seven-year-old sister, Ella, yelled. It was just past six, and the sun was starting to set. She must have had a Sunshine Scouts meeting, I thought. I was sitting in the family room, watching reruns of Britain’s Got Talent, although it was a beautiful mid-spring evening and I should be outside, not watching people do armpit farts that sound astonishingly like people’s voices. Ella walks into the room, plopping down on the couch next to me.
“Hey Ella, why don’t you go on BGT?” I asked, twirling a piece of my curly auburn-coloured hair around my index finger.
“No, I don’t want to,” Ella mumbled in reply. “Besides, I’m not that good.....”
“Oh, Ella,” was all I said. My sister is a knockout singer, like …show more content…
He bares his teeth in an angry, defiant hiss. And suddenly, without warning, Peanut launched himself at the robber, slashing and biting. The man shook off Peanut, and came at me instead, at least until my sister snuck in.
“A-Amareis?” Ella stammered. Her voice is cracking, and her face is red and streaked with tears. “W-Who is that?”
“Just stay where you are!” I turned to face him. He was very light-skinned, pallid, even. He snarled menacingly, saying, “Who are you to interfere with my plans?” Then I snapped. Who does this guy think he is?
“Listen here, you deranged idiot! My little sister is scared. I don’t care what you do to me, but I will not let you hurt my sister!” Seething with rage, I punched him in the nose. A trickle of blood flowed down the man’s face.
“You have made a grave mistake,” he whispered, his voice sounding not unlike the hiss of a king cobra. His lips were cracked and puffy, dried blood (not from punching him) dotting the cupid’s bow. A faint scar ran at an angle from his forehead to just below his left eye.
“The only mistake that has been made here is that you came into our house,” I retorted, and kicked him square in the gut and sent him flying. His macho/master warrior-thief attitude was starting to really piss me off. He’s such an arrogant …show more content…
What’s up? I’m on my way home right now,” she says.
“How far away are you?”
“I just passed your friend Lena’s house, so I’ll be there in about five minutes. Honey, is something wrong?” Even though I can’t see her face, I can hear the concern in her voice.
“Well, if you see a guy laying on the kitchen floor, don’t freak out, okay? At least, until I tell you what happened earlier.” I’m really not sure how she’ll react if she sees the ‘robber’ in the kitchen.
“I’ll try not to. But I hope you weren’t doing something horrid, even though I know you’re a good kid.”
“I promise I wasn’t. Thanks, Mum. Love you. Bye.”
Then, a short while later, Mum’s silver Lexus pulls into the driveway. When she walked through the front door into the kitchen, she gasped when she saw the man’s body lying motionless on the floor.
“What happened while I was at work?” she asked, bending down to check his pulse. Mum runs her own boutique, Amore but she originally studied abroad in the U.S. to become a nurse at Yale
“Hey Ella, why don’t you go on BGT?” I asked, twirling a piece of my curly auburn-coloured hair around my index finger.
“No, I don’t want to,” Ella mumbled in reply. “Besides, I’m not that good.....”
“Oh, Ella,” was all I said. My sister is a knockout singer, like …show more content…
He bares his teeth in an angry, defiant hiss. And suddenly, without warning, Peanut launched himself at the robber, slashing and biting. The man shook off Peanut, and came at me instead, at least until my sister snuck in.
“A-Amareis?” Ella stammered. Her voice is cracking, and her face is red and streaked with tears. “W-Who is that?”
“Just stay where you are!” I turned to face him. He was very light-skinned, pallid, even. He snarled menacingly, saying, “Who are you to interfere with my plans?” Then I snapped. Who does this guy think he is?
“Listen here, you deranged idiot! My little sister is scared. I don’t care what you do to me, but I will not let you hurt my sister!” Seething with rage, I punched him in the nose. A trickle of blood flowed down the man’s face.
“You have made a grave mistake,” he whispered, his voice sounding not unlike the hiss of a king cobra. His lips were cracked and puffy, dried blood (not from punching him) dotting the cupid’s bow. A faint scar ran at an angle from his forehead to just below his left eye.
“The only mistake that has been made here is that you came into our house,” I retorted, and kicked him square in the gut and sent him flying. His macho/master warrior-thief attitude was starting to really piss me off. He’s such an arrogant …show more content…
What’s up? I’m on my way home right now,” she says.
“How far away are you?”
“I just passed your friend Lena’s house, so I’ll be there in about five minutes. Honey, is something wrong?” Even though I can’t see her face, I can hear the concern in her voice.
“Well, if you see a guy laying on the kitchen floor, don’t freak out, okay? At least, until I tell you what happened earlier.” I’m really not sure how she’ll react if she sees the ‘robber’ in the kitchen.
“I’ll try not to. But I hope you weren’t doing something horrid, even though I know you’re a good kid.”
“I promise I wasn’t. Thanks, Mum. Love you. Bye.”
Then, a short while later, Mum’s silver Lexus pulls into the driveway. When she walked through the front door into the kitchen, she gasped when she saw the man’s body lying motionless on the floor.
“What happened while I was at work?” she asked, bending down to check his pulse. Mum runs her own boutique, Amore but she originally studied abroad in the U.S. to become a nurse at Yale