They’re finnaly gone! God... how much I wanted to be alone at home today. My parents have gone to a party and I have the whole house to myself. For a start: I am not scared of being alone. I actually enjoy solidarity. Even though there have been recent home invasions in my neighborhood I trust the security sister that had been installed recently by my worrisome parents. Being alone also gives me a lot of time to think and get all philosophical. All in all I feel at peace and nothing can possibly disturb me right now.....except that loud thud in my kichen.... that loud thud did definitely wasn’t the wind or the neighbor upstairs....because I live in a one story house. Another ........... this time louder and something crashed. I don’t have no idea what or who it could be but I’m not taking any chances. I get up form the couch tiptoeing to the cracked door and peek trough it. There is a shadow falling across the hallway from the direction of my kitchen. There is no way I’m making it across the hallway in time to exit the houses so I back up and go around the couch to the window to see if I can jumb out of it. Unfortunately I trip on the carpet and go full force forward and smash my head against the creaking floor. I freeze...not because I hurt myself but because I hear something coming up behind me. With a quick move I get up and turn to face whatever ......... was that entered my house and behold!!! what, I don’t even understand. why was my cat standing in font of me and li.....king her paw? I exit the living room and go to the kitchen and take in the sight: shards form a broken jar were spread all across the floor, milk was splashed across the floor from my cats plate and a stool was turned over on the ground. Turns out I’m not that fearless after all.

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