Pheena Berwick: A Short Story

Pheena Berwick I stood there, rooted in place and unable to move. I wanted to turn away and run for the warm covers of my bed. I found that despite the urge to run I couldn’t make my feet move. I had to know the whole story despite how terrible the truth seemed to be. I remember how strange of a day that it had been previously, all of it started with that morning. I have always loved to explore, adventure, and sneak around. Late at night I would often slide out of bed and sneak around the house trying to see how much I could roam about before the threat of getting caught became too high. I woke up on that lazy Saturday morning to the light streaming through my window. I could hear my younger brother still sleeping in the bunk above mine. …show more content…
I wondered if it had something to do with what happened earlier. My curiosity won me over and I decided to move to my usual snooping spot. The way that our house was set up made it so that if I sat in the doorway to my room, I could see almost the entire layout of the living room. I spent many nights there watching tv shows that my parents wouldn 't let me watch because they were too “grown up”. Now it was an ultimate position for spying. I could see the shoulders of my mom and my dad looking at something on the computer screen. My mom was sitting in the chair scrolling through something that I could not see from my vantage point. I think she was crying again. My dad put a comforting hand on her shoulder. I heard a phone ringing in the distance, I assumed that it was my grandma. My dad moved to go and get the phone, which was located in their bedroom. My mom followed suit, pushing the chair out away from the keyboard, taking a deep breath, and walking to follow my dad into their room. The door closed behind her. They probably wanted to make sure that they did not wake up my brother or I, as we both were supposed to be sleeping. I however, saw this as perfect opportunity to complete my mission, which I so cleverly dubbed the “figure out what happened mission” in my head. I crept as lightly as possible into the now …show more content…
I knew that I shouldn 't be outside of my room, seeing as it was after bedtime, but the curiosity drove me forward. I finally reached my destination. I stood behind the chair that my mom had been using and wrapped my hands around the top of it, peering into the brightly lit screen that was before me. I saw numerous words on what appeared to be a news article. I tried to read it a bit, but there were too many words for my second grade brain to process with any kind of efficiency. I glanced over to my parents bedroom door, knowing that the call wouldn 't last for much longer. I turned my eyes back to the screen. “ Should I dare?” I wondered. I was dying to know what had happened to cause this amount of upset in our household and besides I couldn 't leave my mission uncompleted. I moved so that I stood next to the chair and leaned across the desk, reaching for the mouse, my heart beating even quicker. I didn 't dare actually sit down on the chair. It would have made my escape to safety hazardous in the event that the phone call ended sooner than expected. I looked at the screen, it was in the middle of the article. I scrolled further down the page, making sure I knew where it had been before I tampered with it. Near the bottom of the page I saw the edge of a picture. Pictures, those were something that I didn 't need to read. I could understand those easily. Upon clicking on a picture of what