Rake Narrative

The smell of freshly baked cookies permeated the air. I opened the windows in my room to let in the chilly October breeze. Today is going to be a good day, I thought-- or so I believed. I picked out a blood red sweater to wear outside in spirit of Halloween. As for now, I had to go rake the leaves.
My mom appeared to be in a cheery mood because she, surprisingly, decided to help me rake the yard. I grabbed my glossy black boots and headed out the door with my mom trailing behind me. The fall breeze brushed my hair across my face as I picked up the raggedy old rake. I groaned. My brother never finishes anything he starts; as a good sister, I go around and clean up what he started. Grabbing the dusty rake, I started to pile up the plethora of leaves.
“Hey, I am going to go back inside!” my …show more content…
“Thanks mom! I have got to do this last section and I’ll be done,” I replied. “Your dad will be back out with more spooky decorations,” my mother states in a ghoulish voice. I continue to rake the leaves. Leaf after leaf, my rake got caught in the ground. It was stuck-- this is why I hate raking. I drop the rake and get down on the floor. When I touch the bump the floor starts to move. What is happening?Why is the bump moving? Why is there a bump on the floor? “Hey there doll! What are ya doin?” my dad asked. I quickly covered the bump with leaves and got off the floor. I removed all the leaves off my pants and shirt that had latched on. “Nothing! I was just taking the leaves that piled up on the rake,” I replied hesitantly. “Alrighty then! I’m gonna head up on the roof and start putting on the light. If you need anything, just look up and give me a holler,” my dad asserted. I still had no idea what that bump on the ground could be. Thus, I decided to perform a series of test to see what it could be. On three, I’ll jump on the bump. 3…….2…..1. I jumped.