8. I raced down the street in my pajamas. I knew I was getting stares. I finally made it to Darrell's house and I ran to the door. It was locked!
"Darrell," I screamed as I banged on the door. "Darrell, are you in there? Darrell!" I heard nothing so I ran to the window. It was open so I pulled it open the rest of the way and squeezed in. I was in Darrell's bedroom, and the living room was right out the door. I opened the door and screamed. No one was in the room, but the living room was trashed- the television was smashed on the carpet and the screen was bashed in, the couch was in pieces and the glass-top side table was on the carpet, the glass scattered in thousands of pieces. I gasped and ran into the room, Darrell might have been hurt and just hiding out of my view.
I searched the whole house, but there was no Darrell. Suddenly his phone rang and I ran to pick it up. The person hung up, maybe because a woman answered and Darrell lives alone. I walked into the backyard. Gargoyle was in his house, lazily watching me. I walked over to him and he jumped up when he noticed the worried look in my eyes.
Gargoyle is Darrell's large husky. He seems to be to intelligent for his own good, but at this time that's a good thing. I set Gargoyle on his leash and had him see if he could find Darrell. He hand a very strong nose. Suddenly he began barking at the carpet in the living room. I can't believe I hadn't seen this there before!
"Good boy, Gargoyle!" I scratched his head and smiled. It was an old t-shirt of Michael's that lay under the T.V. This made me wonder why his shirt was there.
"Darrell," I screamed as I banged on the door. "Darrell, are you in there? Darrell!" I heard nothing so I ran to the window. It was open so I pulled it open the rest of the way and squeezed in. I was in Darrell's bedroom, and the living room was right out the door. I opened the door and screamed. No one was in the room, but the living room was trashed- the television was smashed on the carpet and the screen was bashed in, the couch was in pieces and the glass-top side table was on the carpet, the glass scattered in thousands of pieces. I gasped and ran into the room, Darrell might have been hurt and just hiding out of my view.
I searched the whole house, but there was no Darrell. Suddenly his phone rang and I ran to pick it up. The person hung up, maybe because a woman answered and Darrell lives alone. I walked into the backyard. Gargoyle was in his house, lazily watching me. I walked over to him and he jumped up when he noticed the worried look in my eyes.
Gargoyle is Darrell's large husky. He seems to be to intelligent for his own good, but at this time that's a good thing. I set Gargoyle on his leash and had him see if he could find Darrell. He hand a very strong nose. Suddenly he began barking at the carpet in the living room. I can't believe I hadn't seen this there before!
"Good boy, Gargoyle!" I scratched his head and smiled. It was an old t-shirt of Michael's that lay under the T.V. This made me wonder why his shirt was there.