HEEEEEYYY YOOUUU GUUUUUUYSS WHATS UP EVERYBODY. Okay, so as you all know, I'm bACK IN THE WRITING BUSINESS. I've been meaning to get back to it, but I twisted my leg, and I haven't had much time to get to a computer, what with all the appointments happening.
But, im back now, and that's all that matters!
so let's begin, shall we?
"Stop... I'm scared...of the dark.", Genevieve whispered. The poor girl was having a nightmare. This was one of the worst nightmares she's had in her life. Other nightmares are downright creepy, while others are hard to comprehend. Either way, she's had night terrors ever since she was little. Genevieve's nightmare continued to rage on inside her mind, until finally, she awoke, calmly and quietly. The poor girl got up, and began changing. "Ugh," She muttered, then pulled away the curtains of her window, "why is it still dark?" She looked to her clock on the right side of her bed.
"4:20? Are you kidding me?", she spat, running towards the bathroom. "I just happened to wake up at four freaking twenty on a freaking school night, didn't I?", she growled, and began to take off her clothes again. Genevieve turned the water on, and waited for it to get warm. Once it was just the right temperature, she went in.
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"Ah, that was a good shower.", Genevieve breathed, attempting to dry her hair with a towel. She put her pajamas back on, and head off to bed once more.
But not before noticing something on the corner of her eye.
She did a double take, facing her head towards the hallway. Something ran past, and she knew it. What the hell?, she thought. She knew better than to make her attacker know she was inside. Genevieve bent down and took out a metal bat from under her bed. That medal bat had been part of her life since she was ten. Now it was time to get this little sucker back on duty. "Kay, Little Beater. You and me... We're going to have a little fun beating the crap out of this burglar. We're going to save the house, you and I. No one is getting killed tonight.", Genevieve whispered, carefully getting into a sparring position, and slowly walked onto the hallway, barefoot. Genevieve listened closely for unusual sounds. For example, maybe the thumping of someone else's footsteps. Genevieve has an abnormal ability to hear better then most people. Therefore, she could hear things from far away, or to hear things from the other side of walls. Or, in other words, eavesdropping.
Within the house, she heard loud thumping, and also some clanging. Not loud enough to wake other people up, but just enough for her to hear. The footsteps grew slower, and the creaking sounds the house' hardwood floors grew slower and louder. As Genevieve approached the living room, the footsteps stopped. She paused, and listened more closely. She saw something in the dark. It had a human shape, that's for sure. It looked like it was wearing a heavy winter jacket. She looked at the human being (she couldn't tell if it was a man or woman) for a minute longer.
Then, she lifted her metal bat, and swung it down.
The robber fell hard on the floor, making the loudest cracking and creaking sound ever heard. It was like the all-famous "shot 'round the world." Except, without all the guns and death around you. Genevieve heaved, letting the top of the bat hit the floor with a small thump. "Well... He's done for.", she breathed, hearing a loud thumping getting closer. She wasn't concerned about this one, knowing that the only other person that ran that fast was her father.
"What happened!?", her father yelled, rounding the corner and meeting with his daughter. "I'm fine, dad, it's just that this... crack-hole decided to rob our house. So, I hit him with a metal bat in the back of the head," Genevieve said, "Also, can you go get the phone and dial 911? I think I gave him a concussion." And that's what he did. Soon after, Genevieve's mother came rushing in, repeating the same question her husband asked. Genevieve told her that she gave the burglar a concussion and that he'll be in prison soon. "Oh. Well, then there's nothing to worry about. Dear, did you call the police?", Genevieve's mother asked. "Yes, honey, I called 911.", the father responded. His wife breathed a sigh of relief, and she walked outside to get some fresh air and to wait for the cops or arrive.
"What a hectic night this was, wasn't it, dad?", Genevieve asked, turning to her father. "Yes, indeed," her father answered. He hugged her daughter, then told her, "I'm glad you took care of your old man, too." "That's okay, dad," she said, "after all, I wouldn't have protected the house if you hadn't made me learn how to protect myself, first." Her father laughed his usual hearty laugh, then he cheered, "That's my girl!"
Ten minutes later, police arrived at the scene, and investigated the house for more burglars. The family of three saw the criminal being taken away in a gurney with police by his side. Genevieve smiles, knowing that she'd never see him again.
Up there in sky, Man in the Moon looked down on the family, nodding in approval.
HELLO AGAIN.
Thank you all so much for reading, and I'll see you all later. Bye!
