"You can't hide forever. I'll find you. And when I do you'll be sorry. Hurst will give me a raise for sure." Thompson yelled out to the night. I cowered farther into the windowsill I had chosen to hide in. Please, don't let him find me, I prayed. I had climbed the fire escape to the middle floor. There I had climbed onto a windowsill.
"When I find you, I am gonna beat you senseless." Thompson threatened. Suddenly I began to tremble. But a minute later I heard his footsteps move on. I stayed right where I was. I wasn't going to move a muscle. I am a big scaredy (A.N. I can't spell) cat. For about two hours I cowered on that sill.
"Just you wait I am gonna get you." I heard Thompson yell once more. The day's events finally caught up with me and I cried myself to sleep.
"OW," I cried as I hit the floor. "What was that for"?
"What do you think you're doing"? Demanded an unfamiliar voice. "Get out of here, right this minute". The voice cried. I quickly scrambled to a standing position. I looked around frantically. When I turned around I saw a boy about 17. He looked terribly upset. He scowled in my direction. Wow, if looks could kill. Another of my flaws is I want everyone to like me. And this kid definitely didn't like me.
"Um… Hi, sorry didn't know you would be here," He gave me another dirty look. "I mean, uh, that, um…yah" I finished, I couldn't think of a way to explain it.
"Why don't you just quit while your behind, I'll even do you a favor, I'll let you leave right now with no questions asked." He said with a smirk. I looked at him blankly.
"You see, I would go home but I have nowhere to go. Sorry." I replied. OK, that wasn't the number one thing he wanted to hear. Slowly, he started to advance on me. He picked me up by my shirt collar and gave me a rough shove. Well, to tell all of you the truth I had had it. I wasn't gonna let anyone boss me around anymore. So, when he went to give me another push I grabbed a fist of his hair. He immediately dropped me and recoiled. At about this point I realized what I had done and so had he. His face turned this awful shade of red, kinda like a tomato. Then he stood up, brushed off his pants, and rolled up his sleeves on his shirt. Which was a very nice shirt, for a worker…whoa? Suddenly I realized he was coming at me again. I figured what was coming, so I backed up, hoping I would fall out a window or something so I wouldn't have to deal with this maniac. But, as my luck would have it, I missed the window, by about 6 centimeters. Instead my own feet betrayed me and I fell through the door, did one summersault over to the stairs, and tumbled down those same stairs. However, I managed to land sitting up against the front door, without a scratch on me, I might add. I figured nothing could be worse than this. So I stayed right where I was, intending to give him a piece of my mind when he come down the stairs.