So something happened last saturday, and I will warn you - this story is not for the faint of heart. I like to refer to that day as 'The Day From Hell'. It started out normally, and ended horribly. But I am getting ahead of myself. Let's start from the top, shall we?
It began in true Duncan family style: All of us, half awake, eating breakfast and immediately making faces when we realized that Mom had cooked it.
I was just reaching for an apple from the fruit bowl, when Mom turned and said, "Okay, everyone, I have a question."
I looked up. "If your wondering if we'eve figured out who made breakfast, we all know it was you."
Mom gave me a look. "No," she said, "I was going to ask someone to watch Charlie and Toby while I go to work."
Dad stood up. "Sorry, no-can-do. I've got work," He said, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
"Teddy?" Mom asked, turning to my older sister.
Teddy winced. "Sorry, Mom, but Ivy and I are going to the mall."
I tried to remain calm because I knew I didn't have an excuse this time. In fact, I never seemed to have an excuse! At least, not a good one. I couldn't even use my friend Jake as an excuse because Mom knew that he was home with a bad case of flu.
"Any chance you can do it, PJ?" Mom asked my older brother.
"I would," PJ said sincerely, "But I have an early class today." He looked at his watch. "In fact, I'm late! Bye!"
And so that's how I ended up babysitting, alone in the house. I played peek-a-boo with Toby and princess-themed dominoes with Charlie and read them a book. Then it was nap-time. I had just gotten both kids to sleep and was headed down the stairs when I heard a noise in the kitchen. I paused, peering over the banister, trying to see through the open kitchen door. I had to cover my mouth to keeping from making noise when I saw what it was: A person wearing a black hoodie and black pants was coming through the kitchen, heading right for the living room! I ducked behind the banister, heart pounding. A burglar! And He/She was headed right toward me, though they didn't know it yet. I didn't know who this person was or what they wanted, but I knew I had to protect Charlie and Toby.
Instead of thinking, I jumped up and ran down the stairs, nearly colliding with the burglar in the process. The intruder jumped back, hood flying off, and I saw the person's face: A guy, probably somewhere between Teddy and PJ's age, short red hair and a pale face. Like, really, really pale. And there was a scar on his cheek that look like it could have been a knife wound or even a burn or something.
"What are you doing in my house?" I demanded, stepping forward.
The guy wordlessly reached into his sweatshirt pocket and, to my horror, pulled out a gun. "Stay back," He said, his voice sort of nasily and rough.
I froze for a second, then stepped back, raising my hands in defense. "Look, I don't know who y-" I began, but stopped when Red Head took a single step forward and pressed his gun to my head.
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Yes, horrible cliff-hanger! Didn't see that coming, I bet! Let me know what you think so far! :)