The Notes sorry i spelt mystery wrong
By : Jacob
Tom had been pacing across the room from the note that had been placed on his desk from today at school. He had been wondering to open it. He was trying to decide when he smelt this malodorous stench. Turn's out is was his older brother, Brady, coming in from his football practice. He just shook his head and went back to focusing on the note. He did not know if it was a stellar note or a bad one.
After some debating with himself, he had finally decided to open the note. He was just about to reach for the note when a water hydrant had just burst outside. An automobile had hit it. Seconds later, police sirens had flown right behind the car. He thought that it was getting to late to read it so he hid the note under the bed and got in the bed, but he couldn't get to sleep. Something was drawing him to that note. Somehow he had got to sleep.
He had just woke up. It was a Saturday so he did not have to go to school. Instead of going down to the kitchen he looked for the note under the bed and he had his hand on the front of the note to open it when his mom said from downstairs," Come down for breakfast." He could not wait for breakfast too long or else mom would get mad. He went downstairs to eat breakfast until he realized there was another note on his door. He carefully took the note of the door and placed it with his other note under the bed. Then he went down for breakfast.
Breakfast was different somehow. He thought it was just the pancakes, but it was something else…. his orange juice. It was manufactured. After breakfast his mom would not let him go to his room. She said it was a great day outside. His little brother Timmy was running around with a cape on his back. He was so annoying. Tom went outside. Something made him itch. It was just a centipede. He looked into the window of his house. His mom had some foil on the kitchen table making something. They say in their generation they cooked all the time. His brother Brady was focused on winning the championship game in football. He knew it would be a tempo He had to transmit a message to him with a walkie talkie sometimes because he gets mad when I say that it's impossible to win the championship if you have lost six games. He did not believe me. His dad said that it is possible. How would he know? He is an astrologer.
Tom finally got inside. He went up into his room and looked under his bed his little brother Timmy was hiding under there. I told him to get out from under there. He said," I need some place to hide from Brady." I asked why. He said," He is mad at me." I said ,"Fine!" Hoping that it was only temporary. Then I stopped. My notes are under there. Then I stomped to my bed and said,"Get out!" Once he left my room I locked my door. Then a big commotion was heard from outside. A car hit a tree. It was totally immobile. He did not let that stop him. Then he reached for the notes.
To be continued