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A time I was scared


            One dreary spring day, I was especially bogged down with homework. This was very usual, but I did dilly- dally, so it made my homework seem excruciating. So, my normal day's homework was more like mom- I- can't- eat- dinner- yet- because- I"m- so- loaded- with- homework, homework. I was lying down on my floor, fiddling with my pencil while somehow accomplishing my Geometry homework, when I decided to throw my hands up in the air and say, "Forget it!" I hoisted myself up in growling starvation and walked into the hallway. I walked down the hallway, slow as molasses in January, and tripped my way down the stairs. I pimp- walked into the kitchen and whipped the fridge open. .
             It was during my rummaging through "the fridge that had nothing good to eat in it" that I realized something was a miss. It was quiet, too quiet. I whipped my head out of the fridge, fast as a cheetah at top speed. I took in the details of the room: lights, plants, table counter, appliances, people Wait! There were no people besides me! This was very abnormal for my house, which has seven people living in it. The kitchen and the living room are usually the rooms everyone is hanging out in during the afternoons. I was very close to peeing my pants in fright. .
             I looked in every room from the kitchen to the bedrooms upstairs looking for these people, acting like an insane person who needs to be put in a room with padded walls. I dashed to our sliding glass door, and yelled at the top of my lungs for anyone and everyone, but no one answered my cries and pleas. I turned sharply to the right, and quickly dialed my step- mom's cell phone number. All I heard was the ringing of the phone. I dialed my dad's cell phone, and nothing had changed. Only empty ringing could be heard. Finally, in a desperate attempt to be connected, I called my step- sister. The voice mail was talking to me, mocking me, as if to say, "Ha ha. You"re all alone.


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