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-Humaira
Ali 10-G |
| What
inspires me ? |
| Literature
has always fascinated me. Since childhood, I have
taken a particular interest in reading books on
various topics, written by authors like Sir Arthur
C. Doyle, Agatha Christie, J.K.Rowling, Enid Blyton,
etc. who have inspired me to pen all my creative
thoughts. |
|
It
was a stormy night and past midnight. The heavy
rain rattled the windows. And I was turning and
tossing around in bed, unable to sleep.
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|
I
sat up. It was 1:00 am. "Oh! Why had mum and dad
gone out tonight?? When they know that I can't
sleep without them!" I thought angrily. Who wanted
to go with them anyway?! Uncle and Aunt's anniversary.
Dad had called "Sorry…sudden storm…spend night
here... blah blah!!" Ugh! I hated late night parties.
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| A
sudden sound of distant thunder broke my thoughts.
I climbed out of bed and raided the refrigerator.
Arms full of snacks, I settled on the couch. Switching
on the T.V., I picked up the remote. Click… Ch.1
Movie blockbuster-Interview with a vampire…click…Ch.2
Horror serial...click…Ch.3 House on the Haunted
Hill! Drats!!! Do they have to show all this at
this time of the night? Click…click…click…Ch.36
Nickelodeon. Fair enough… |
| Quarter
of an hour later, I had finished all my snacks and
was slumped across the couch. An extremely boring
opera had replaced Nickelodeon. I yawned and closed
my eyes… |
| THUD!
I woke up with a start. Gosh! What was that? The
clock read 3:00 am. All was quiet and calm. Except
for nature, of course! |
| I
rubbed my eyes, pulled out Harry Potter from the
shelf and settled down again. Minutes sailed by.
An hour later, deeply immersed in the book, though
I was, I looked around. I felt goose bumps on my
arm. A sudden realization of being home alone gave
me the creeps. |
| SQUEAK!
"Gulp!" That sounded from the kitchen. Bah! Must
be the rats. Or was it? I crept up to the kitchen.
I slid open the door slightly and peeped in. Everything
was dark inside. As my eyes rested on the window,
my heart gave a horrible jolt! A circular patch
was wiped clean on the window as if done by somebody
who wanted to have a good view inside. I quickly
bolted the kitchen door, secured all the windows
and nervously sat down glancing at the hall window
now and then. |
| Suddenly
there was a knock on the door. My hands went cold
and my heart started beating very fast. I almost
cried in fear at what I saw through the peephole.
A tall man with an overcoat and hat, which hid his
face, stood outside. |
| I
let out a small squeak of terror and ran to the
phone. I picked up the receiver…It was dead!!! "Oh
no!" I looked around desperately. "Ah ha!" an idea
popped into my head. I ascended the stairs and made
my way to my father's bedroom. I took out his cricket
bat to use as a defence weapon and went to the door
again. |
| He
was still there! And there was someone else as well….
a lady. I felt alarmed. What were these strangers
doing here in the dead of the night? I backed away
from the door as I saw the handle moving up and
down. He was trying the door! Suddenly he started
banging the door with his fists. I ran to my room
and locked the door. On my table, I saw my cell
phone! My heart leapt with joy! Why hadn't I thought
of this before? |
| To
my surprise, the moment I switched it on, it started
ringing! Relief swept over me. It was dad's number.
"What are you doing Penny? Why did you switch off
your cell? We…" |
| "Dad!"
I interrupted him. "There is someone outside the
door. They are trying to break in. Come home fast,
Dad, help me"………………………………. "Dad?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
he burst out laughing. I felt puzzled and angry.
Here, I was almost crying with tension and fear
and he was laughing, enjoying himself at the party?
"DADDY! SOMEONE'S FORCING IN AN ENTRY AND YOU ARE…"
I heard something outside. Laughter? Had they got
in? I opened the door and tiptoed to the hall. The
door was still locked. But someone was definitely
laughing outside. |
| With
all my courage, I opened the hall window and looked
outside. There were my Dad and Mum, almost howling
with uncontrollable laughter. |
| I
ran to the door and opened it. There stood the stranger
in the overcoat along with the lady still laughing.
There stood the intruders…my parents!!! |
